Sunday, February 9, 2014

In Memorium

I got word the other day that a woman I knew from childhood had passed away.   I would like to call her a friend, cause even though I might not see her but every few years, and we always chatted a little when I saw her.

I first met her as the pesky little sister when her family moved into a house next door to ours.  Well, it was up the hill a little ways, cause when you live in the country you don't live right next door as you do in suburbia.   Her older sister and I played together as children, more from proximity than real friendship back then, and as we got older, we developed separate friends and interests.   And then I moved away, far far away.  And I'd see Delma from time to time when I was back in Duncan.   We always exchanged pleasantries, and I told her she had an open invitation to come visit me anytime she came to the States.   I would like to think that if I had stayed there we could have been real friends.   All I know is, she was always smiling, always sweet and I liked being able to talk with her, even though it was always very brief.   I wish now I'd tried a little harder to stay in touch.  But then we connected on Facebook and I got a glimpse of her life, and it was a rich, full life.  She had a life partner, she had children, she traveled, and documented that in pictures.    And I was so glad to see that.   

And now she's gone and as cliche as this may sound, the world is a smaller and colder place without her.   




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