Oh, this post makes my heart full and brings back two extremely vivid and precious memories. First is that day you came into Home Ec as a new student- as soon as you smiled that sweet, beautiful smile I knew you were there for me. I flagged you right down so you'd know I was there, waiting for you. Second was that day we threw sawdust on Mr. B. I don't remember actually throwing my handful on him, just the moment after where I suddenly worried I'd gone too far and that you would realize it was a terrible idea and sit down back down. But I turned and there you were, charging towards him, flinging the sawdust in his face and running right over to where I stood. You had Kristen's back and you had mine too. You always have and I am confident you always will. And buckle up because you are stuck with me in your life from here on out!
And so impressed that you still have that notebook! I thoroughly (glued the pages together, taped the book closed, buried it deep in the *outside* bin) disposed of all my teen writing (which was often about George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley fighting over me).
This was such a beautiful essay. I loved tracking the journey of the friendship and thinking about the beauty and the pain of loving, losing touch with, and reconnecting with a friend over the course of many years. It definitely made me reflect on my own life and how we never know what an important part of someone's childhood journey we might have been. Just because we have lost touch does not mean anyone has been forgotten.
Love this…knowing “when we meet our people!” Forever friendships can be long distance, long time no see… but they are always with us. Those who knew us when… know how far we’ve come! Great writing that makes me feel and think…it’s this one!
I'm feeling a few tears that formed in my eyes as I read this--tears for the ugly and the beautiful in your story. I had loving, supportive parents and friends, but never wanted to upset anyone and did not share the things that happened to me. I'm so moved that Daphne knew to speak up and you did not have to muddle through all the darkness alone all the time. Yay to the brave ones who speak up! Those who demand accountability and fairness are heroes, no matter their age.
Oh, this post makes my heart full and brings back two extremely vivid and precious memories. First is that day you came into Home Ec as a new student- as soon as you smiled that sweet, beautiful smile I knew you were there for me. I flagged you right down so you'd know I was there, waiting for you. Second was that day we threw sawdust on Mr. B. I don't remember actually throwing my handful on him, just the moment after where I suddenly worried I'd gone too far and that you would realize it was a terrible idea and sit down back down. But I turned and there you were, charging towards him, flinging the sawdust in his face and running right over to where I stood. You had Kristen's back and you had mine too. You always have and I am confident you always will. And buckle up because you are stuck with me in your life from here on out!
Never been so glad to be stuck, baby. 😊
What a beautiful post. I loved every word.
And so impressed that you still have that notebook! I thoroughly (glued the pages together, taped the book closed, buried it deep in the *outside* bin) disposed of all my teen writing (which was often about George Michael and Andrew Ridgeley fighting over me).
This was such a beautiful essay. I loved tracking the journey of the friendship and thinking about the beauty and the pain of loving, losing touch with, and reconnecting with a friend over the course of many years. It definitely made me reflect on my own life and how we never know what an important part of someone's childhood journey we might have been. Just because we have lost touch does not mean anyone has been forgotten.
Love this…knowing “when we meet our people!” Forever friendships can be long distance, long time no see… but they are always with us. Those who knew us when… know how far we’ve come! Great writing that makes me feel and think…it’s this one!
This is truly amazing. I am sure there no coincidences, that you two were friend to be friends forever.
I think so, too. :)
I'm feeling a few tears that formed in my eyes as I read this--tears for the ugly and the beautiful in your story. I had loving, supportive parents and friends, but never wanted to upset anyone and did not share the things that happened to me. I'm so moved that Daphne knew to speak up and you did not have to muddle through all the darkness alone all the time. Yay to the brave ones who speak up! Those who demand accountability and fairness are heroes, no matter their age.
Daphne's a fucking badass. I have always aspired to be more like her. :)
Oh, I so love this. Happy days to you and Daphne, and thank you for sharing.
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed the story. :)