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Hello, Friend

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.

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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.

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“Hello, friend. “

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Those will forever be two of the most significant words I have ever heard. Anyone following me since February knows that I lost a young, dear friend on February 6th. Those were some of her last words to me. I had called her, pretty frazzled about something, hoping she could help, and that’s how she answered the phone. I took a moment to thank her for greeting me that way. I needed the kindness in her voice and words.

At her funeral, I spoke about what she said to me and the significance it will always have. It made perfect sense. She was a friend to everyone she met. The loss of her still hurts. In fact, it is still a quite unbelievable.

The decor pictured above hangs in my bedroom. I see it and think of her several times a day. I made it a few weeks after she died, when I could finally do it without crying.

Stay tuned for part two.

Part two.

Harisa died two days before my daughter’s 2nd birthday. I had about 80 people coming over for a party. My in-laws, parents, sister, and other relatives were all either in town or on their way. I was a zombie. I couldn’t think straight to save my life. I had so much to do and absolutely no interest in doing it. Party details fell by the wayside, but I didn’t care. It was definitely one of those times that reminds you of what is truly important.

I almost took my mother in law’s head off at one point. She was being her usual pushy, jabbering self, and went way too far. I wanted to say, “Do you know that my friend died yesterday?”  I chose to leave the room instead and go collect myself. Someone else did the explaining for me.

I got through it. The party was great fun. Harisa would have loved it. And I know she was there, jumping in the bounce house, right along with us.

Part three later.

Part three should have been part two, chronologically. I just decided to change the subject matter and it takes me back a few days.

Harisa (45 yrs old) had a massive stroke on a Sunday. I was informed on Monday. I expected her to recover on Tuesday. Then I went to see her in ICU on Wednesday and was told she had no brain activity.

Her husband, whom I had met maybe once, said to me…

“You must understand that Harisa has already left us. We just need to let her go.”

Thank you, Nedo. I understood.