...in October, on the 11th to be exact, I received a phone call at 6 a.m. from my best friend Shela's husband.  I asked what was wrong and he told me that Shela had passed away in the night.  I immediately ran to be with him and the kids after calling our Pastor's C'Cie and Jim.  Evidently, he sent her to bed about 11:30 and when he went to crawl in bed at 5:30, she was dead.  She had JUST celebrated her 33rd birthday on the 8th.  Shela was a great person and so laid back that nothing flapped her except the use of the word "Crap."  She was always fussing about someone using this word and not realizing it was also a curse word to her.  She loved to cook and she loved to spoil her family and friends.  I surely do miss her smile and hearing her call me at just the right time, for no apparent reason other than that she was thinking of me.