From: doug@rawdjers.com   
      
   wow ...........all I can say  is         wow   
      
   Doug   
      
      
   "Lee H."  wrote in message   
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   > Just about ten years ago, my Doctor recommended that I see a Massage   
   > therapist.  He thought that such treatment might overcome some problems   
   > I had been having.  He specified exactly who I was to see, so I made an   
   > appointment.  I was very apprehensive, what with me being a very   
   > private, conservative and shy person--definitely not the touchy-feely   
   > type.  The lady's name was A______ W______, and she scared me to death!   
   > The treatment really did make me feel better and, because it was covered   
   > under my medical plan, I kept up regular appointments for some months.   
   > It took me quite a while to relax with her, but she was so very good at   
   > what she did I kept going back.  I really didn't like her, and I found   
   > out afterwards she didn't like me much either, but I kept going and we   
   > kept talking and, after a year or so, when she moved to Vancouver we   
   > parted as friends.   
   >   
   > After a year or more of adventuring, she returned to Kamloops and we   
   > connected again and resumed our friendship.  She called me when she   
   > needed help with stuff around the home and office.  We spent a lot of   
   > time together, laughing and talking as friends do.  Unfortunately, she   
   > was best described as "Addicted to falling in love" and could not   
   > maintain a relationship for any length of time, not even with her two   
   > children from whom she was estranged.  She was so proud of them both and   
   > never hesitated to show pictures of them, but couldn't handle being with   
   > them for more than an hour.  The thing about her was:  She was the type   
   > of person who could and did carve her way through a number of men but   
   > often, when it was over, they not only would still remain friends but   
   > amazingly enough become friendly with each other!  They were people who   
   > had shared a loving, mystical experience.  She was special!  I was the   
   > one she would phone in the middle of the night when things were falling   
   > apart.  If she was lonely and perhaps drank a little too much wine, I   
   > was the one who kept her out of trouble. I was the one she trusted, and   
   > we would often talk for hours, discussing everything with no limits or   
   > taboos--the way really close friends do.  I knew more about her and she   
   > about me than possibly anyone else in our lives.  When I became ill, she   
   > kept in constant contact, spent a lot of her own money on diet   
   > supplements and other health food products for me.  She was a deeply   
   > spiritual person and when she cared about you there was no doubt.  Over   
   > the years, she invested a considerable amount of her time, energy and   
   > her heart in me.  I came to consider her my best friend and I loved her   
   > as deeply as anyone could.  I laid myself at her feet--I would do   
   > anything for her and she never abused the privilege.  I lived for when   
   > she would phone me and, after she lost her voice, the first thing I   
   > would look for in the morning was an email from her.   
   >   
   > Over the last few months she was becoming very agitated.  Her vocal   
   > problems were stressing her out (the specialists could find nothing   
   > wrong), she and the love of her life, W__, were moving to Fort Langley   
   > where she was setting up a new practice.   
   > Her spiritual beliefs were becoming stronger, but more   
   > off-the-wall--there were quite a few raised eyebrows when she was   
   > talking.  She became controlling and obsessive, becoming physically ill   
   > when she felt she had lost control over things that you or I wouldn't   
   > notice.  She literally did not hear what she didn't want to hear and she   
   > was living her life in her mind, ignoring reality.  Last Saturday, W___   
   > and I, having finished doing a roof on his rental property were   
   > discussing over dinner her increasing irrationality and we were   
   > wondering where it would end up and what we might be able to do.  Living   
   > with her was stressing him out but he loved her too much to leave.  He   
   > left Kamloops Sunday morning as he had to be in Whistler Sunday night   
   > for three days of work.  She was not at home when he went through Fort   
   > Langley.   
   >   
   > Some time on Monday, August 29 (my birthday!), this lovely, talented,   
   > beautiful, caring lady took her own life.  She did it in the meticulous,   
   > well-planned and organised way she did most things, leaving letters to   
   > her kids, writing her own (very revealing) eulogy and many pages of   
   > instructions on how to wind up her affairs.  It's all so obvious now   
   > that she had been planning it for some time.  The number of people who   
   > are devastated and shocked is incredible.  If only more of us had talked   
   > to each other....   
   >   
   > If only!   
   >   
   > I will forever miss the best friend I ever had!   
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   > Lee H., in no-longer-quite-so-beautiful Kamloops, British Columbia,   
   > Canada   
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