My dear friend Bretta succumbed to her battle with cancer last night. Warm, outgoing, beautiful, confident, outspoken, vintage-wearing, artistic Bretta. Her distinctive laughter enveloped you. Swing dancing before swing dancing was cool, her platinum tresses flying, you couldn't help but be captivated. Bretta invariably attracted the best looking men. They were charmed as were we all. To know her was to love her. Bretta will be missed by so many.
Spencer is too young to remember meeting Bretta, so young and vibrant, a woman who wanted children of her own but who had not yet met her soul mate. She loved spending time with Spencer. How do you explain to a 2 1/2 year old why his Mommy keeps crying other than to say she misses her friend. That's enough of an explanation for now. "Do you feel better Mommy," Spencer asks me. Not yet, but in time I will. We love you Bretta.
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I'm sorry for your loss. This is a wonderful tribute to your friend.
This morning, when I went out to put some clothes to dry, I happened to look up at the sky and it reminded me of Bretta and her beautiful soul. Wouldn't it be great if she were up there looking down happily at us mortals?
Lydia, I am so very sorry about your friend. How very short and precious life can be...a reminder of how we have to truly treasure every moment. Thinking about you!!
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