When I was a child, my mother's best friend would visit frequently with her husband and three daughters. Annie, two years my junior, was my playmate over many summers at our cottage. I can still see her smile and hear her laughter as we splashed on the shoreline, though it always seemed she was a little afraid of the water.
How ironic, then, that she chose to die by drowning herself.
After weeks of wondering, Annie's body washed ashore across Lake Michigan near Grand Rapids, some 90 miles from Milwaukee where she took her own life.
Click here for the story.Rest in peace, my old friend.
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