Missing You
My best friend's husband called me on Tuesday night.
To tell me that she died of a massive coronary the day before.
I am still in shock, I guess.
I thought he was joking at first; pulling my chain because I never call...
I'm not one to feel guilty about such things, but I do sometimes wish I took the time to reach out more. She was always the one that took time out for me. Myra would call me out of the blue and ask me to come out. It was almost never because she needed something from me, just checking in. I will miss that.
I met her in the summer between our sophemore and junior years of high school. My parents went house hunting in the area. They met her family at church before we moved. So she was the first person I met in the Bethel area. It was June. I didn't meet anyone else until school started.
I got sunburned really badly and ended up in the hospital. She and my family were my only visitors. She came with my parents on the day I was dis-charged. Myra helped to get me settled in my new room in the new house. She had unpacked all my things and arranged them, just the way I would have!
On the first day of school, she introduced me to everyone at home room. She helped find someone in EACH of my classes, to help me find my way. I had come from a bigger school, but it was laid out very differently. Because of Myra, I instantly had eight new friends.
After High School, we wrote regularly. She went to college. I had high aspirations but little support and no encouragement. I went to a trade school, so I could work a trade and go to school at night. A family emergency took me to West Texas, where I met my husband. When we lost everything in the oil bust, we came back to Maine. We started over in Oakland in 1987, about the time Myra finished her internship as on OT.
She moved into the Waterville area and met a local boy. I sang at their wedding. I held her babies. We spent the Ice Storm of 98 together in my house. But I always felt indebted to Myra, for just being my friend. She always had a supporting hand out. She was there for me when my parents died. Myra was there when my marriage was cracking up. She was there when life and depression were kicking me in the ribs.
Now she's not there. Myra will always be in my heart, but my selfish self wonders how I am going to move forward and stay afloat without my friend to help me.
I'll miss you, my friend. God Speed.
To tell me that she died of a massive coronary the day before.
I am still in shock, I guess.
I thought he was joking at first; pulling my chain because I never call...
I'm not one to feel guilty about such things, but I do sometimes wish I took the time to reach out more. She was always the one that took time out for me. Myra would call me out of the blue and ask me to come out. It was almost never because she needed something from me, just checking in. I will miss that.
I met her in the summer between our sophemore and junior years of high school. My parents went house hunting in the area. They met her family at church before we moved. So she was the first person I met in the Bethel area. It was June. I didn't meet anyone else until school started.
I got sunburned really badly and ended up in the hospital. She and my family were my only visitors. She came with my parents on the day I was dis-charged. Myra helped to get me settled in my new room in the new house. She had unpacked all my things and arranged them, just the way I would have!
On the first day of school, she introduced me to everyone at home room. She helped find someone in EACH of my classes, to help me find my way. I had come from a bigger school, but it was laid out very differently. Because of Myra, I instantly had eight new friends.
After High School, we wrote regularly. She went to college. I had high aspirations but little support and no encouragement. I went to a trade school, so I could work a trade and go to school at night. A family emergency took me to West Texas, where I met my husband. When we lost everything in the oil bust, we came back to Maine. We started over in Oakland in 1987, about the time Myra finished her internship as on OT.
She moved into the Waterville area and met a local boy. I sang at their wedding. I held her babies. We spent the Ice Storm of 98 together in my house. But I always felt indebted to Myra, for just being my friend. She always had a supporting hand out. She was there for me when my parents died. Myra was there when my marriage was cracking up. She was there when life and depression were kicking me in the ribs.
Now she's not there. Myra will always be in my heart, but my selfish self wonders how I am going to move forward and stay afloat without my friend to help me.
I'll miss you, my friend. God Speed.