Friends,
Please join me in celebrating the life of my friend, “Ade.”
“Ade,” short for “Adrienne,” was an old friend. I’ve known her since we were both 15. We went through high school together, and she was part of our group at high school. By that, I mean that we were a loose group of misfits that didn’t fit anywhere else in the high school hierarchy–we weren’t “sportos, motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, wastoids, dweebies, dickheads,” as Grace would say in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. We were just us, and as long as we had us, we were happy.
Ade was one of the centres of our group. You didn’t cross her–she had a disarming wit that put more than a few wannabes (and at least one teacher) to shame. If you were a friend of hers, you were golden; if you weren’t, watch out. Thankfully, I was a friend, and got to know one of the most amazing best friends I’ve ever had in my life.
We stayed in touch long after high school, as we both did with our old high school group of friends, and Facebook made it easier when it came along. Ade became the proud mother to a couple of boys, and a Scout leader. Then, she was hit with multiple sclerosis. Ade, as you might expect, basically said “@#$% this disease, I’m doing what I want.” And she did. It didn’t slow her down, until it did. In the process, I’d suggest that she taught us all how to fight adversity.
Last week, Ade passed.
Damn, I am missing my friend, who taught me so much about living life.