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Most of you know I've had no friends until I went into high school.
But I did have one friend.
She lived on the first floor of my apartment which I lived in until 2002.
Her name was Arlene Roach.
She was an older lady, probably be around mid-50's right around now. And her and my parents didn't get along alot of the time. But I liked her alot, she was my friend. On some days she'd babysit me. I'm pretty sure she got paid, but she mostly did it cause she thought I was cool, and liked to be around me. She owned 2 or 3 cats, and a dog from time to time, and I loved her pets. I remember so many Christmases where I'd run downstairs and give her a present, or slide a card under her door. I remember the inside jokes we had, and the many times we'd sit on the back porch and grill stuff. She was the first person to introduce me to shrimp, and to raw onions.
She shared my love for oldies.
She was the only person outside of family I could relate to.
Then when it came time for the house to be basicaly evicted, since the landlord sold the apartment, we had 30 days to move. We moved out fairly quickly. My parents didn't like Arlene at the time and hoped never to see her.
We found out she moved to the apartment above Medditteranean.
Each time I went there, I'd always hope to see her, to give her a huge hug and to see her. and more importantly for her to see me. She always wanted to see me grow up.
My dad actually ran into her a few months ago. He said she had a hat on, but it was because she was balding. We speculated that she had cancer, and it was from the chemo.
She asked about me.
I find out today that my mom was looking through some archives for no reason, and brought up a newspaper from last wednesday, and there was her obituary.
I wish I had asked for her before she left us.
I really wanted to see her at least one more time.
R.I.P
Arlene.
But I did have one friend.
She lived on the first floor of my apartment which I lived in until 2002.
Her name was Arlene Roach.
She was an older lady, probably be around mid-50's right around now. And her and my parents didn't get along alot of the time. But I liked her alot, she was my friend. On some days she'd babysit me. I'm pretty sure she got paid, but she mostly did it cause she thought I was cool, and liked to be around me. She owned 2 or 3 cats, and a dog from time to time, and I loved her pets. I remember so many Christmases where I'd run downstairs and give her a present, or slide a card under her door. I remember the inside jokes we had, and the many times we'd sit on the back porch and grill stuff. She was the first person to introduce me to shrimp, and to raw onions.
She shared my love for oldies.
She was the only person outside of family I could relate to.
Then when it came time for the house to be basicaly evicted, since the landlord sold the apartment, we had 30 days to move. We moved out fairly quickly. My parents didn't like Arlene at the time and hoped never to see her.
We found out she moved to the apartment above Medditteranean.
Each time I went there, I'd always hope to see her, to give her a huge hug and to see her. and more importantly for her to see me. She always wanted to see me grow up.
My dad actually ran into her a few months ago. He said she had a hat on, but it was because she was balding. We speculated that she had cancer, and it was from the chemo.
She asked about me.
I find out today that my mom was looking through some archives for no reason, and brought up a newspaper from last wednesday, and there was her obituary.
I wish I had asked for her before she left us.
I really wanted to see her at least one more time.
R.I.P
Arlene.