Blogging has been on mind. Amongst many other things these days…
2 weeks ago today the unimagineable happened. Denise DeMarchis passed away. And the world broke, along with my heart and so many others.
It was 9:30am when I stopped at Denise’s house to pick up the movie “The Count of Monticristo.” I packed up a DVD player from my house to surprise her at the hospital with a movie, make up, and nail painting day.
It was 9:45am when I was asked to hold off on visiting her just yet.
It was 10:10 when I asked Matt and Olivia to meet me at 433. I told them I had a horrible feeling and needed a hug.
And it was 11:20am when David called me with the news.
The timeline of these events keep going through my brain. How a little over 2 weeks ago, on Saturday, Kayla and I went together to see her for the last time. I think about how I didn’t see her Sunday or Monday. How I knew she would have so many guests and I didn’t think a little space would be a big deal. I knew Tuesday would be our day. We would see each other and we’d melt into the bubble of Denise and Sam, our very own little world.
But it was a big deal and I’ll never have that little world again.
I didn’t see it coming. No one did. Her heart beat so strong for so many years and on Tuesday, two weeks ago, it stopped.
I don’t know where I’m going with this, but I needed to start somewhere. I needed to start sharing and speaking up or else I’d be silent forever. I need to be stronger than I am. I need her to know I’m not giving up even if I really, really want to. I need to keep her dreams, OUR DREAMS, alive.
I’ll have more to say soon. More about Denise. More about The Good Ones. And more about getting married the same week I lost my mentor and best friend.
Until then, please keep Denise’s family in your thoughts. Send them all the positivity and love you can muster.