Thanksgiving morning my phone rings. The ringtone is “Sweet Transvestite”, so that means it can only be one person, my friend Brandon. I am thinking I’m getting a Happy Thanksgiving call but to my dissapointment, it was a call with bad news.
Miranda, my friend I met through him (he once dated her), had died that morning. She was 30 years old, a mother of a 7 year old son. Miranda had asthma. She wrote off the shortness of breath and the chest pains she was having Wednesday as being an asthma attack. She used her inhaler, went to bed and never woke up.
I feel like a horrible friend. Miranda and I have been trying for 6 months now to get together for lunch. We have both been too busy or couldn’t get our schedule to mesh. I never even took Chloe by to see her when we were in town because we were always so rushed.
So please, call your friends, meet them for lunch. They might not be there next week to meet you for lunch.