It's funny how the Universe works.
Yesterday I posted an NPR article on Facebook about this weekend's 50 year anniversary of the Monterey Pop Festival. I was there, and it was a life-changing event for me. I went with my friend, Christine. Chris and I went to nursing school together; we shared our first-ever apartment. She taught me how to cook. Actually I kind of knew how to cook, but had no idea how to put a meal together and on the table at the same time. Chris, having cooked for years for her family, showed me how to time things so everything was ready at once. She moved to San Diego after I did and worked for me in the medical intensive care unit at University Hospital. She married, moved to Texas, and when that didn't work out, came back to San Diego and lived with Skip and me until she could get her life back together. We loaned her some money, so she could buy a car. But as these things do, we drifted apart as I became more focused on marriage and my new baby, and she became more focused on her career. We lost touch.
Over the past 50 years, I've occasionally thought about her. Last week while thinking about my life right out of nursing school, she came to mind. Then yesterday as I posted about the Festival, I thought about her again. I searched FB, but had no luck finding her. This morning I tried googling her name and came up with this...
It looks like Chris never remarried and spent her 40 year nursing career in the San Diego area.
She died on May 27 of this year.
Funny how the Universe works.