[OCD1972]

I just goggled a therapist that I saw for about 2 years in the mid 1980's and found her obituary from almost 2 years ago. She was only 67 when she died of cancer. When I saw Angie she had the patience of a saint with me when I was consumed with OCD and came in every week depressed and with the same obsession. I was a mess and she never got short with me. And this was before it became known how prevalent OCD was and there was no known medications for it at that time. I wrote to her long after I had moved away and she wrote back to me. She was very healthy and I thought she'd live to an old age. It's just so shocking that she died at only 67. From her obituary it sounded like she lived a full life. But 67 is too young for someone who had such a zest for life. I'm very sad and shook up. I believe my last letter that she responded to she said I had a lot of heart and soul and signed it, Love, Angie. When I was in therapy with her she even let me call her at home when I was having a really rough time. Even though I hadn't been in contact with her for many years knowing she is gone makes the world feel emptier. I guess the moral of this is to try to make each day count because we never know how long we have on this Earth. Try and find some joy, love and laughter in each day.

[ElectricManatee]

I'm sorry you're going through this. I had a similar experience when my awesome former T passed away. It's shocking to have to find out that way and hard to deal with a loss when you don't even have any people in common to grieve with. I know what you mean about the world seeming emptier without that person in it.