One of my dearest childhood friends, Candace Ann Miller DeHaan passed away over the weekend. Candy-girl didn’t actually pass away but went out like lightening from a heart attack. Yesterday I wrote a sympathy letter enclosed in a card to her lifelong husband Dennis. They’d met at Northern Colorado University in Greeley where Candy graduated with a B.A. in Liberal Studies and earned an elementary teaching credential. As an exemplarary teacher, she was advanced to becoming a teacher coach in her district in Minnesota. Candy had the bad luck of being predisposed to a heart condition with both parents dying in mid-life from heart problems. Raw grief feels like fear; not afraid, but the sensation is like being afraid. The same fluttering in the stomach, the same restlessness, the yawning, swallowing, and then that anguished loneliness covers us like a blanket.