Ioanna died in her sleep two years ago today at a hospital in Palma de Mallorca. She’d been in the hospital earlier that year with the H1N1 flu. I’d emailed her to arrange one of our Skype calls around that time and she emailed me back just a few words, saying she was very ill, couldn’t speak and to please “enjoy your youth.” My heart hurt at the abruptness of the message, but more so at the finality of the message.
Thank God, I went to spend time with her in Mallorca four years ago. We cleared the air about some past hurts and misunderstandings, and from there the sweetness of our connection, our mutual in-love-ness blossomed into total magic. It was a gift from God, that visit.