My friend, Mike Couvillion, died yesterday at OCH Regional Hospital and I didn’t even get to tell her good-bye or how much I admired and loved her.
Mike had retired recently from a very successful career with Mississippi State University. I last saw her at church week before last and she looked as beautiful and healthy as she did 35 years ago when I first met her.
She headed up St. Vincent’s Food Bank at our church and worked tirelessly to help those less fortunate and victims of the lousy economy as well as Katrina. She loaded up a truck with donated shrubs and took it to the Gulf Coast because all the plants there had been destroyed.
She was a marvelous cook and I’ve “borrowed” many of her wonderful Cajun recipes and claimed them as my own. (Her drunken mushrooms are a classic and I’ve printed it before on the Diva.)
There are very few things in life that are harder to face than the sudden death of someone you care about. Whether it’s a friend, a sibling, or even someone you just sort of know, their loss leaves a gaping hole in the community and your heart.