(Hearts by Angie Traverse)
Twenty years ago today, my friend Angie died.
We had met when we were volunteering at the middle school our children attended. Angie was kind and caring and funny and talented and we became friends, although she had a plethora of friends already. Because we were both doing volunteering and taking care of family, we had the flexibility to meet for lunch and chat or work on committee projects. Because Angie’s good will also embraced family, she got to know my parents.
We thought that, one day, we would become grandparents and have multi-generational hangouts.
Unfortunately, a nagging cough when Angie was 50 turned out to be stage 3 lung cancer. It was a shock because she had never been a smoker. Despite all the best efforts of her medical team, the cancer eventually progressed and took her life at 54.
March 25th was Good Friday that year.
There was a charitable fund set up in her name and, for years, I gave to it every year on March 25th and on her October birthday. The last few years, though, the website has disappeared. I think the fund probably had enough contribution for it to be endowed so its work can continue.
I’ve written about Angie before here at Top of JC’s Mind and even had a poem published about our friendship and her loss.
I didn’t know it at the time, but Angie’s death was followed by the loss of my long-time parish community and the death of B’s dad, the first loss of a grandparent for our daughters.
2005 became one of the worst years of my life.
I fear that 2025 may be even worse, especially when I look at what is happening in the United States as our democracy disintegrates and damages lives here and abroad.
Personally, this will be the year where we figure out what is going on with my health and address it or the year where I have to deal with giving up what I thought my life as an elder would be.
A small problem when people are dying or being threatened or losing family members because Trump/Musk/Vance et al think they can break laws, norms, and ethical obligations and concentrate all power in the executive branch.
I am sorry that I am too weak to be out on the streets for protests and have to confine my activities to online posts and messages and phone calls.
I’m hoping we can turn 2025 around after these horrible last couple of months.
Trying – while mourning for those who have been hurt.
And still, twenty years later, missing Angie.
Joanne Corey 