A year ago we were at Sherry's services. A year ago we said good bye. Only, we really haven't. Sherry's still there in our thoughts and hearts. I've located the notes she made on all our Improv runs. Not sure I can make heads or tales out of them, but will start posting pieces here and there; the characters, the ideas, the sweeping universes and the worlds we invented and played with over a very long friendship.

We didn't play so much in the later years when we saw each other, mostly caught up on what we were doing or just chatted away about not much: cats, kids, bunnies, spousal units. There are days when I still miss being able to pick up the phone and call or fire off an email of nonsense for her. Laughter was our best medicine, although there were plenty of times when we cried on each other too.

Sherry was there when one of my high school friends made what I considered stupid choices and died because of them. Other choices might not have altered the outcome, but I was not just left with a hole in my universe, I was left with one I didn't understand. Sherry listened to my hurt, my anger and my disappointment in a person to whom I had been very, very close. She heard my incomprehension of how the other had handled a deadly situation and, more than anything, just allowed it to happen.

Grief counseling 101 and a damn good job of it.

Yeah, I miss her. And I always will.

 
Sherry Mullins: Friend, confidant, sister from another mother. Please add your comments, memories, good times and bad. Much loved, much missed.