And finally we come to the very last part of my story, the sixth part….. As time went on, for some reason there was something that kinda stepped in between us. Something that had never been there before. To give it a name, I’d call it an edge. We’d hit a sharp edge. I’d never had sibling rivalry and neither had she but, that’s kinda how I figured it felt…..like not enjoying each other so much any longer. The…
My BFF called. “I have breast cancer.” Her words came between sobs. I was quiet on the other end. What do I say to that? Me of many words! I said nothing. She was too young, only fifty. Why her? She paid her dues with her crap childhood. This wasn’t “fair.” I decided not to cry. She needed something else. She needed some strength, some positive words. “I’m coming. We’ll get through this. I’ll stay with you …
When my BFF married her high school sweetheart, he promised me he’d bring her to California at least once a year. He kept that promise and the four of us became great friends. There’s something special about a friendship that’s begun in early years. No matter what roads we travel, we’re always the same people when we get together. No false pretenses and no interest in attempting to impress with whatever ladders we’ve climbed. That’s how it was…
I need to go backwards for this one. And, it’s hard. It was summer, 1984. Our house had been sold, the movers were notified and we were on our way. We arrived on September 1st and our new life in California began. It was an exciting time; we’d moved to California, found jobs, my girls were quickly making friends, and a new home was being built for us on a hill overlooking Folsom Lake. I still remember…
In June, my high school best friend graduated and left me behind. She got a job and met all new friends. She bought a car, a brand new car. She was so proud and drove it over to show me and take me for a ride. Sadly a few days later she called to tell me she had been rear-ended while she was stopped to make a turn and her cute little car had been totaled. Thankfully she…
I always thought we’d take the entire ride together. I thought one of us would stand at the others grave and sob uncontrollable sobs of good-bye with a never-able-to-mend broken heart. We’d been a girlfriend-pair for well over 50 years, almost joined at the hips…..two crazies, laughing and making fun of everything. That’s how we made it; that’s how we got by…laughing. Laughing when we should have been crying and without each other, we would have…