As children, our days were filled with bicycles, roller skates,
hopscotch, jump rope, kick ball, tree forts, legos, Barbie's, skateboards,
hide-and-seek, and lots and lots of laughter.
As pre-teens, boys began to fill our minds and bedroom walls. Ace
of Base blasted on our stereos and we watched The Sandlot a hundred times to
drool over Benny Rodriguez. "You're killin' me, Smalls!" became a
regular part of our conversation. We watched TGIF on ABC for Uncle Jesse and
Balki Bartokomous. Mr. Bean was our hero and Monty Python and the Holy Grail
was our reality.
As teenagers, our late night walks around the block became vital
to our survival in the dog-eat-dog world of high school. Not attending the same
school, it was our only time to relieve the pressure of the daily torture
received from the tongues of our classmates. And our only time to discuss our
crush-of-the-week.
In college, everything changed. The rare phone call couldn't
replace our midnight walks. And life got in the way.
She was the maid-of-honor at my wedding, one of the first people
at the hospital to hold my new baby, and back every night for midnight walks
during the two weeks that it took my mom to die. She cried with me and held me,
knowing that she had lost a mother too.
And life got in the way.
I was the matron-of-honor at her wedding, the first person she
called when they had to put her dog down, and the one she turned to when a
childhood friend popped back into her life out of the blue.
This time - life will not get in the way.
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