I've read that one of the biggest regrets of those facing death is not having kept in touch with old friends. Let's face it, the older we get, the faster time seems to go, so there's no time like the present to connect with old pals. Social media sites such as Facebook have made this easier and certainly more feasible.
I needed to hear that. Yes, I was Joel's wife, but he had a ton of meaningful relationships and was loved by so many. He had best friends, soulmates of his own, the ripple effect of his death reaches far and wide. Because of that, I feel less alone, and connected by this shared experience, horrible as it is.
I had heard all the horror roommate stories of them turning out to be psychopaths. But, lucky for me, all those assumptions were wrong. I may have gotten lucky, but I can confidently say my roommate is my best friend. She deals with all the things my Mom hated about my room back home. Yet, my roommate still loves me for who I am.