Last Wednesday February thirteenth, my very best friend in the world, my BFF, my Anne, suffered an aneurysm and died. She left behind a loving husband, a precious three year old son, an incredibly loving family of Hurleys, and a slew of amazing friends from around the globe. I’ve known Anne for thirty years since we were classmates at Westlake High School. We used to say we were hetero life partners and even had to convince our neighbors when we lived together that we weren’t gay. We loved each other that much. She was beautiful, she was a ham. She stole Carrie Fisher’s pillow case on a flight and gave it to me for my birthday.
We hiked Half Dome in Yosemite on our birthdays one September. We stayed up a bit late the night before polishing off some serious wine, and celebrated afterwards with more wine, and pizza.
She helped me fly my cats and parrot, Huey, first class on American Airlines when I moved from Mill Valley, CA to New York City. She flew for American Airlines as a flight attendant for twenty-three years. Once when we went to Peru when I was her pass partner, I had been “overserved” and called the flight attendant a waitress by mistake. BIG MISTAKE.
We had an amazing trip kayaking through Thailand with friends. We showered together standing in this tiny bamboo box with a bucket of water being poured over us. She beat everyone’s ass at Scrabble.
We did a safari trip throughout South Africa, Botswana, Zimbabwe, Zambia and Namibia, we even did some drunken hippo hunting on our own. The camp staff was not impressed.
We loved to laugh, drink wine, travel and just enjoy each other’s company. We’d always say that each other was our best audience. We thought we were that funny.
Last Wednesday I was able to hold her hand before they took her off life support. I told her how much I loved her, how much I was going to miss her, how incredibly special she was to everyone she crossed paths with. I can’t imagine my life without her in it, but I have some unforgettable and hilarious memories to get me through the sadness. I have so much more left to say, but will save it for later — for now.
I will love you forever Hurley — xo Woodsy