Yesterday, tears fell randomly throughout the afternoon. I learned that a friend had passed away. Tosha was a 14-year breast cancer survivor, and a very brave soul.
Tosha and I became friends from the moment we met. We always had each other’s back. We enjoyed each other’s company, and, for seven years, I was privileged to work alongside her at a local hospital, where she spent more than three decades of her life. Tosha was my daughter’s manager for a number of years and treated her like family. (That's her above with Anna at Anna's wedding shower in 2010.)
Tosha was so genuine and pure, straightforward and honest. I loved her like a sister. Her position at the hospital couldn't have been more perfect. As the department manager of The Breast Center, she understood the patients who came there, for she had been in their shoes. She took a special interest in each one and went over and above the call of duty for not only the patients, but for her staff. The hospital will never be the same.
In her untimely death, I am reminded again:
- To make time for friends.
- That life is wonderful, even if it’s not perfect.
- To say, “I love you” often.
- To share someone else’s burden.
- To be thankful for the smallest of gifts.
- To make the moments count.
Rest in peace, beautiful friend. I will always be grateful that our ships didn’t pass in the night, but that, for a time, we sailed side-by-side. I will miss you always.