Two years ago today, I lost my dear friend, Harisa Kapetanovic. A stroke took her at a very young age. She was one of the kindest people I’ve ever known. She was from Bosnia and visited her home every summer with her husband and son. We used to joke about the way she pronounced words or couldn’t quite think of the appropriate English word sometimes. She was kind, fun, smart, and compassionate.
About a week before she died, I called her anxiously wondering if she could help me with a work problem and she answered the phone saying, “Hello friend.” I will never forget how my anxiety faded and I just laughed. Despite the language barrier, she always had a way with words.
You are missed every day, Harisa. I know you are making many angel friends.