I stopped by an establishment after work yesterday where they were playing irish music to the tune no Canadians have ever heard before…some were actually requesting the music be changed. Then a Cranberries song came on in the middle of it all…and I probably came as close to crying actual tears of the feels as I’d ever have?
Once people are gone, and no longer capable of speaking for themselves, it’s easy to go back and say, “I was right.” regardless of the heated discussions you once had with them.
But the fact is that I’m a dude and she was very much not…so I was well aware of the lack of placement I had in our debates on certain topics…most specifically…abortion.
All of that set to the side, she was very much a worthy adversary, a loving mother, and a genuine person.
A genuine friend, in fact.
She left me (us/everyone) too soon…to the point that it absolutely sucks I am left lingering in perpetuity…
…and despite our differences, she’s more than worthy of a shitty duan in her honour…
and i’ll never let that bit linger.
Rest well, my friend.