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I never really talked about my faith at work and because Anne knew me as a child, she was sort of a mother figure to me, even though she was my friend. In 1999 I was diagnosed with a serious mental illness and ended up in the hospital. Anne was one of the first people to comfort me during my time of crisis. Being in the Hospital for me was like a new beginning. I felt like I had been born again all over again, and I think Anne knew that. We never talked about what happened to me in the hospital and I somehow wish we did, and we lost touch for a while as my own family was going through one of the greatest tests that any family could go through. But we stuck together, after we moved from our family home and into an uncomfortable area of York Region as we all were dealt the blows of being human in a fallen word.
My pain is not different from yours if you can believe that, I feel things very deeply, a quality that I learnt from my friend Anne. The last time I saw Anne I wasn`t doing to well, but it was at her daughter`s wedding. It was a strange time for me. But I like to remember the fun times I had with Anne, she will always be my friend and even if she is no longer physically with us, I take her spirit in mine and say..Thank you Anne, I will always remember you for who you were and who you always will be, My Friend Anne. I love you.
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