Fat Butt looses her friend...

Did you know not to long ago my name was Fat Butt?
It was not my choice obviously.
My friend Lynn died yesterday - she was 62. You say Caprise how do you get a friend 40 yrs older than you? She was our medical nurse at work and the first person to make me feel I did the right thing by changing jobs. She immediately made me feel welcome and embraced who I was. She liked that I championed others who normally are the underdog and she fed my love of amber.
I have a huge bling bling Amber necklace from her that is so big I really can hardly wear it.
She always was one to eat and this was evidenced by her stains on her shirt.
She was addicted to baby feet - if you had a child and brought said child in and Lynn was around instantly socks would come off and she would play w/their feet.
She was a nurse but she smoked - when she got cancer she told us with a mischief look it's not from smoking either - it's not that type of cancer. When she started loosing all her weight she made sure we complimented her as she was always a little heavy. She liked to eat!!!
She started buying fancy velor jump suits to wear as she started getting sicker.
Ironically she didn't pass away from cancer but rather the several strokes she had. Toward the end the woman with an amazing appetite couldn't even eat.
Her funeral is on Monday one of my least favorite work days and ironically is during work.
So again I have to keep a brave face and support everyone else when really I just want to say go the fuck away.
Can't you see we are all hurting?
She started calling me fat butt when I told her I wanted to loose weight. So far I have lost 40 lbs.
She was amazing and crazy, and mischievous and had a wicked sense of humor.
She was just one of those people you rarely meet but when you do you never forget.