
This is my friend, Berta. I met Berta about 15 years ago when we worked together for a training company. We spent 7 of those years working together, however, not really "together". She worked from her home office in Brooklyn and I was in MA. I would call each morning precisely at 9:00 a.m. to start our work day together. It was about 3 or 4 months before we actually met in person. I remember how funny it was to actually see her. We both pictured ourselves quite differently. When she got back home and called me at work the next day, she said "Ahhh...there you are Dineen"! She's originally from South Africa and has this amazing accent. Lots of people in our office had a hard time understanding her but not me. I had long grown accustomed to her pretty accent. Even though I don't see her often, I still consider her to be one of the best friends I have. She knows everything about me and I know everything about her.
I remember when I was offered a new job somewhere else and had to make the decision to leave. I had two reasons to stay and one of them was Berta. My last day at work she called me up as she had so many times before, but this time we both couldn't speak. We were in tears knowing it would never be the same. I started laughing at how ridiculous we were being and told her to hang up and I would call her the second I got home, which I did. Our friendship of course didn't end with that job.
The last time I saw her was last summer when she was here on business and stayed with me and Danny for a few days. It was wonderful having her here. She loved getting to know our children and brought them each a gift. Danny made her some wonderful meals and she couldn't get over what a great cook he was.
Today I found out that she has cancer and it's everywhere. Today she is lying in a hospital on a ventilator sedated. She doesn't even know the final prognosis as she is recovering from a lung biopsy. In a way, I wish she would just slip away right now and be spared the pain and agony of what is to come. Her first and only concern will be for her elderly mother, Cato, who is her very best friend. This will break Cato. Berta is her life.
Berta called me about a month ago to just check in and say hi. And I never called her back because I was too busy. Too busy. Doing what? Too busy to call my friend to say a quick "hi" back? All I want now is to hear her voice again and have the chance to chat and laugh like we have done so many times before. Now I don't know if I will ever have that chance and if I do, how will it ever be the same again?
Berta is a sweet soul. She is a wonderful, loving, loyal friend. She is an amazing daughter, sister, and aunt. She is smart, funny and silly but yet quite sophisticated.
She doesn't deserve this. And all those who love and adore her don't deserve this.