My friend of 15 years, Ann Kelley, has died after a three-and-a-half year battle with metastatic breast cancer. She was 41.
Ann and I felt close to each other from the day we met. We talked about everything, but more often than not we talked about our romantic lives, even after we were both married to other people. No matter how many weeks or months had passed, our conversations picked up right where they left off. We told each other everything.
My wife was in the hospital this week, so I didn’t get the chance to go see Ann, but I don’t feel it was a loss. She knew I loved her, and I know she loved me, without a doubt. Friendships like the one I had with Ann are rare and beautiful. I will miss her.
