South of the Mason-Dixon line.
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Well here I am in partly-cloudy Huntersville, North Carolina just 15 minutes north of Charlotte. Why I'm here and why I had to come in the short notice of about a week is a bit of a story...
Since Kindergarten I've been best friends with this girl named Mary. I know none of my live journal friends and only a very select few of my facebook friends know her. Since I went to St. Elizabeth's School (A private catholic school) until sixth grade.
Me (on left) and Mary (on Right) in 1st grade in 1991
Mary's parents moved to Long Island, New York in 3rd grade and a few years after that moved to North Carolina. I was upset my best friend had to move away. We wrote lots of letters had some long distance phone calls. (And a bunch of free ones when we had the same cell phone service.) and there were a few e-mails thrown in.
Since then she was able to visit me twice. Once when her dad drove her and her brother up here in about 1996 for a day. And another about 2 years ago when she drove up here with her then BF "Smith." (She drove for 15 hours to come up to Rhode Island for two days.) I simply didn't have the money yet to come down to see her.
I have never known Mary to call me, even when we had free cell service. She never never been the first to call me (She wrote letters a lot more.)
A week ago Mary called me 3 times in one day when I saw it was her I called her back and asked her what was going on. I wasn't prepared for what she was going to tell me. Her fiancée Michael had died in a motorcycle accident. I was going to be the Maid of Honor at their wedding next year I even already had my dress for the wedding in my closet. I told her, "Mary I'm coming down as soon as I can". I explained what had happened to my Manager at Zales and since then she has tried to get someone to cover for me the one day I had to work in a 4 days span. I spare you the boring details but I had confirmed coverage 2 days before my flight. (I was going whether on not someone was covering at Zales honestly.)
Michael and Mary last year
So the little I know about her late fiancée is this: He was in the Navy and fought in the Gulf War on a battle ship and later was in the Air Force. He was interested in joining the National Guard. He was an avid biker. He was interested in racing motorcycles pro. He had been in 2 previous accidents. And always wears full gear when riding. Helmet, gloves, boots etc. including on the day he died. A car hit him and he flew off his motorcycle and snapped his neck. As far as we know there is still a pending investigation on what exactly happened.
So sparing many many details it's why I'm here in North Carolina. It was out of necessity. Mary is doing better that I had expected.
Well here I am in partly-cloudy Huntersville, North Carolina just 15 minutes north of Charlotte. Why I'm here and why I had to come in the short notice of about a week is a bit of a story...
Since Kindergarten I've been best friends with this girl named Mary. I know none of my live journal friends and only a very select few of my facebook friends know her. Since I went to St. Elizabeth's School (A private catholic school) until sixth grade.
Me (on left) and Mary (on Right) in 1st grade in 1991
Mary's parents moved to Long Island, New York in 3rd grade and a few years after that moved to North Carolina. I was upset my best friend had to move away. We wrote lots of letters had some long distance phone calls. (And a bunch of free ones when we had the same cell phone service.) and there were a few e-mails thrown in.
Since then she was able to visit me twice. Once when her dad drove her and her brother up here in about 1996 for a day. And another about 2 years ago when she drove up here with her then BF "Smith." (She drove for 15 hours to come up to Rhode Island for two days.) I simply didn't have the money yet to come down to see her.
I have never known Mary to call me, even when we had free cell service. She never never been the first to call me (She wrote letters a lot more.)
A week ago Mary called me 3 times in one day when I saw it was her I called her back and asked her what was going on. I wasn't prepared for what she was going to tell me. Her fiancée Michael had died in a motorcycle accident. I was going to be the Maid of Honor at their wedding next year I even already had my dress for the wedding in my closet. I told her, "Mary I'm coming down as soon as I can". I explained what had happened to my Manager at Zales and since then she has tried to get someone to cover for me the one day I had to work in a 4 days span. I spare you the boring details but I had confirmed coverage 2 days before my flight. (I was going whether on not someone was covering at Zales honestly.)
Michael and Mary last year
So the little I know about her late fiancée is this: He was in the Navy and fought in the Gulf War on a battle ship and later was in the Air Force. He was interested in joining the National Guard. He was an avid biker. He was interested in racing motorcycles pro. He had been in 2 previous accidents. And always wears full gear when riding. Helmet, gloves, boots etc. including on the day he died. A car hit him and he flew off his motorcycle and snapped his neck. As far as we know there is still a pending investigation on what exactly happened.
So sparing many many details it's why I'm here in North Carolina. It was out of necessity. Mary is doing better that I had expected.