I am writing this post with a heavy heart. I woke this morning with plans to write a short blog about our life here in Chiang Mai. Then, the phone rang…it was the dear daughter of my one of my oldest friends, Mischa Fisher-Conn. She was calling to tell me her mother had passed away today. I’m not really sure what I want to say in this post. Some words about the preciousness of life, some words about cherishing friends while we have time. It’s hard. While I love our life abroad, right now I wish I was in Los Angeles. I wish I could go see the family, bring a meal, share some Mischa stories, give and receive some hugs.
But we are far away and writing this post is the best that I can do. Mischa and I met in high school, introduced by my boyfriend at the time. The boyfriend has been long forgotten but Mischa and I remained steadfast friends. We raised our children together, shared our joys and challenges. Survived broken hearts and new loves. My oldest son remains close friends with her oldest daughter.
Later in life we were both caring for our aging mothers and shared our pain when we lost them. I can honestly say we never had a disagreement and never lost touch. Mischa was a straight shooter, always honest and willing to speak her truth, even when it might be unpopular. She would call me out when she felt I wasn’t making choices for my highest good. In the last few years we spoke less frequently because of my travels. I called her before we left on this latest trip. We told each other how much love we had for each other. I promised to see her the next time we were in L.A. I’m so sad that will not happen but I’m sure she knows how much I love her. I know she loves and will always be with me.
Rest in peace and power dear friend.