Lots of our friends have gotten married over the years. We’ve been in many weddings and made many new “friends” for the weekend. We usually end up friends on Facebook or something similar, and then within a couple of months, I see their name and can’t remember who that is or why I’m friends with them. (OK, maybe it’s not quite that bad.)
Other times, it turns out we like all the same TV shows, the same College Station college-style delicacies, and we really connect, get to know each other, and become friends. The latter was true of Sam. In the eight years since we met in our friends’ wedding, we have developed a friendship. She passed away yesterday after a hard-fought battle with her nemesis, Eugene. Take some time to read her story, laugh with her, cry with her, and pass it on.