I miss you and love you, my Logischick friend

You died last night.

I got a text this morning to let me know. You'd been very sick so it wasn't a surprise. I'd even dreamt of you last night. I think that I'm ok with the news and imagine that I can keep working through the day (soldier on, right?) but remember your husband and how much you loved each other. I can't stop crying and leave work.

I'm sitting in the car, crying and looking at your Facebook page. Time of Your Life by Green Day comes on the radio. "How do you know that this is one of the songs I want played at my funeral?" I ask. How typical of you to try and help me when you were the one who just died.

I tell you that I'm ok and try and push you back to your husband -- he needs you more than me. You say that there is enough of you to go around now and you stay.

I get out of the car and randomly walk past a florist. At the front is a bunch of pink flowers. "Buy them," you whisper to me. Pink is neither your nor my colour of choice but I buy them anyway. The florist tells me that I am her first sale of the day. "Ahh, I understand now," I whisper back.

I think of the lessons you have taught me through the years:

Set your boundaries and give generously to those boundaries with no expectation of return.

Be personable. (That was a tough one to learn for this ISTJ!)

Friend-jumping is to be actively encouraged.

Thank you for inspiring me to be better and help lift me up when sometimes I couldn't see a way out. Thank you for the laughter and joy. I miss you and love you, my logischick friend.