Diane Fras (August 10th, 1959-March 19th, 2009)

Let not the description of our assignment in the email serve as poetic justice.
As dooming as the objective described, and as salient as my sole resounding memory of Spring break 09' proves to be, my best friend's mother did truly die. And her funeral is tomorrow.
And I can't believe this really happened.
Diane Fras was the only true San Fransisco hippie that I knew.
She grew up in California and she was the mother to my best friend, who I commonly refer to as 'my sister.'
My 'Sister', Jacqui, will always be an amazing person deep inside because of who her mother was.
Diane didn't just die on Wednesday. A lot of her daughter did that day, too. And consequently, so have I.
After a 13-year battle with chronic pancreatitus, Diane ended the war with her disease, and was carried into the heavens. She left an amazing family behind. And I will never forget her.
I will never forget vacationing with the family.
Or how amazing her lasagna was.
Or how optimistic she remained throughout the years.
Rest in Peace, Diane.