I’d culled lines from over 1,300 emails she’d sent me over the years. My eulogy could best be described as a collage. It was a miracle that Meredith and I enjoyed an uninterrupted run of close friendship for more than a decade. I’d withdrawn, drifted away, lost touch I’d also ghosted and, more than once, watched seemingly close friends vaporize before my eyes. During my four-plus decades of life, I’d been in friendships that blew up or dissolved in both inevitable and unexpected ways. I’d lost plenty of friends by other means. I wanted to honor my friend Meredith-the first friend I’d ever lost like this. Halfway up the stairs to the stage, I lost my shoe and had to backtrack to retrieve it. If you looked closely, you’d see my whole body slightly shaking. When it was my turn to speak, I squeezed the pink heart-shaped rock with my left hand and grabbed my notes with my right.
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