A dear dear friend lost her long battle with cancer this morning. JB had one of the most angelic and powerful voices I’ve ever come across. One of my favorite memories of her was her part in Fiddler on the Roof at college – she played Fruma-Sarah with such exuberance, she stole the show.
We lost touch for 35 years and finally reconnected several years ago. We – along with another college friend – had dinner over Christmas break a few years back. We planned a picnic this past spring, but Covid did away with that. She fought Covid, along with cancer, this past summer. I figured if she could beat this disease, so could I. But neither one of us did. I’m certain it contributed to her death.
I am just gutted. Gutted. It’s the only word I can think of.