Got the word via text from the woman I kept in touch with most from that gang, until a few years ago. It didn't seem from the interchange that she wanted to interact more than to convey the news, and some cursory back-and-forth how-de-dos. Shortly after we had our falling out, I came to associate it with a cluster of losses I had at that time. All arguably good calls on the self-care front, but that didn't stop me from needling myself about them, individually and collectively. In sympathy with myself (for not being sympathetic with myself), it was a hard time to bear that sort of clustering.
I'm not as much of a mess these days, I think I can say, without being way off.
Cookie (as I called her) was maybe 2 or 3 years older than me. Not much. She had a cancer battle over a decade ago, but came back from that. The report is that she died peacefully.
Jesus Lordie Christ on a Cracker: mortality is the worst.