What do you say to a dying friend?

I'm so sorry, for both of you. I lost my dad when I was little to cancer. My fondest memories were of us just doing father daughter things and his smile. I get my mechanical mind from him....
Tell her how much it means to you that you had her friendship. Tell her how she touched your life and all the special things you will remember. Tell her what she has taught you in life and that you are lucky to have her as a friend. Tell her life isn't fair and you hate this, you are angry that she has to leave you........ but you will be ok in time and carry on her memory so others may know her in different ways.
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I feel my dad every time I build something, work on a car or think of a funny way to make something...... he is always over my shoulder
 
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I remember her well, Sue. Please give her my best. All you can do is tell her she's been such a bright light in your life. I can only hope someone feels the same way about me that you do about her. She's fortunate to have had such a wonderful, loving friend.
 
I can't add any advice that hasn't already been said, but just wanted to send a hug your way. You're a good friend to her and THAT says everything she needs to hear. Sometimes words just aren't necessary.
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Just be there , sure she knowhow much you care......tell her also HER BYC Family miss her and how much we care about her. God Bless Her,
 
I have been in your shoes, and I am so sorry to hear about your friend. Sending you warm hugs just really isn't enough, but I'm sending them anyway because they DO help.

So here ....
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When my best friend of 21 years died in August 1993 (we'd been best friends since the 5th grade), I stood next to her bed the day she died and asked her to wait for me on the other side, told her that I might be awhile but to be patient, I'll get there eventually. I promised her I'd make sure her daughters remembered her (they were very young, only 8 and 9) and that they would always know how much she loved them.

I am still in touch with her daughters, who are now grown and have a bunch of kids. It tears my heart out that Julie never got to meet her grandchildren; she was only 31 when she was murdered (her boyfriend was trying to get out of marrying her and poisoned her-- THEN married her anyway on her deathbed and tried to get her house and everything she owned... he didn't get her house or anything she owned, but he got away with her murder, not enough evidence to even charge him, much less convict him, but I know he did it).

It's been almost 18 years, and there are days it still hurts like it was yesterday.
 
At the end, all that really matters is who you love and who loves you.
You are both fortunate to have shared such a loving friendship.


Chel
 

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