Thank you, Cheryl

I still don’t have the heart to want to write about Cosette’s death, and I don’t feel it’s something that needs to be documented here anyway. However, I would like to acknowledge my friend Cheryl’s involvement. I could not get a hold of my dad at any of his phone numbers and my mom had lost her key to her shed & wanted me to wait until tomorrow to bury Cosie. But when Cheryl called, and w/o me telling her anything was wrong she quickly heard it in my voice and asked what was wrong. When I told her Cosie had died and I didn’t even have a shovel to bury her, she did not hesitate and said she was on her way. Despite her major back trouble she even helped dig the grave.
I’m not trying to put down my parents: my dad later called and profusely apologized for not getting my messages, and my mom & Frank came to help Cheryl & I dig the grave. But Cheryl was the only one who was instantly there and did not hesitate to come over. Even though I thanked her, I don’t know if she realizes how much this act of kindness meant to me.
Once again, I am not trying to put anyone down for not being there when needed (I apprecaite what I got), just acknowledging Cheryl’s pure act of kindness and friendship. I will not forget it.