I got the news of my friend’s death through an email. That is now life in the 21st century. In case you may have known her, her name was Barbara Perrin. Maybe you ran across her in the writing community.
My friend wasn’t my closest friend. We didn’t call each other on a regular basis, or go many places together. But, the relationship was getting warmer. She had a subtle sense of humor.
We attended a 3 day writers group together several months ago. We talked and talked in the hotel room. She was really proud of her son. I felt like I could tell her anything. How many people can you trust like that?
I met her at a casual writer’s group several years ago. She’d come every week, all the way from Westerville, Ohio to Reynoldsburg, Ohio. I could depend on her walking in every Thursday, getting some coffee, and sitting down at the table in the back of the room.
She was an editor by trade, and edited some things I wrote. It was something you’d expect someone to charge for, but she generously did it for free. I learned more than a few things from her.
She was a kind and gentle person, one who knew how to be tactful and get along with others. She seemed to have all the patience in the world.
Her stories were really different, and she had a wonderful way with words. Her stories were about different types of things from an angle you wouldn’t expect. They were quite artistic. One of her stories was published in the last Columbus Creative Cooperative, and she was so excited about it. The editors were looking forward to the one she was writing for the Bicentennial edition.
When they didn’t receive it, they kept trying to contact her. Her only son called them, and gave them the news. That’s why I found out about it through email. The editor sent out the news to everyone who belongs to the group.
There was no obituary in the newspaper. She died like she lived, quietly.
Today, I went to the writer’s group where I met her. Only one other person who knew her was there. I missed her so much, especially her kind blue eyes. The group, like all things, changes with time. Both of us felt so sad about her death.
She was missing. And the fact is she’s not coming back. We both kept hoping maybe she’d show up, although we knew it wasn’t logical or possible.
That is what happens when someone dies They are missing.
Rest in peace.