Sunday was the day we gathered to say a final farewell to Mica. I wore my best dress and curled my hair. The table was set for brunch with a colorful array of food and drink.

Today, Mica was leaving us to go on a trip. Collectively, we weren’t sure where, but she promised us it was a good one and she was looking forward to it so we sent her off happily.

Last month we had to say goodbye to Jenny and it had not been easy. She fought and didn’t want to go even though it was best for all of us. This week, I was more comfortable and knew what to say to a retreating friend.

We drank and ate and ate and drank while Mica told stories of how she found us and how each of us had affected her. One by one we went around and thanked her for being with us. My turn was last.

“Mica,” I started. “I don’t know how to top these beautiful stories from the others. You showed up when I was 7 and desperately in need. You took charge of my life and protected me from the worst of the worst. I can never repay you.”

Mica reached out and put her hand over mine. I smiled and continued. “Thank you for being a friend. I’ll never forget you. And I’m sorry it’s time to let go.”

She nodded and let go of my hand. I watched as she faded away until there was only a yellow chair left.

“Goodbye.” I wiped away a tear and sat up straighter. Her loss was palpable in the room.

“How do you feel?” A man’s voice pulled me from my scene.

“I feel… okay I guess. Mica was one of the oldest with me.”

“I know, it’s good to start with the hardest. And from here on, the treatment will only get easier.”

“Thank you, Dr. Gibbins.”

“Take a moment to process and we’ll regroup in a few. Then you can return to your room for the day.”

As he left the room, I sat back in the leather armchair thinking about the effort this was taking. Everyone thought my friends were imaginary and that didn’t sit right with them so here I was, being treated. For no reason as far as I could tell. We were a family and happy. My days were full of gossip and chatter and laughter. But if others couldn’t see it, somehow it was the wrong way to live.

I looked over at Mica and Jenny who were standing on the other side of the room. I held back a wave and smile as I knew the right game to play now. Next month I’ll say goodbye to another but I’ll always keep them around. Real friends never split up.