Damn! Who in the universe decided to take away that one person I could tell anything to? That one person among all persons I could call anytime anywhere anytime to tell any thing. Who decided it was her time? Surely upon surely I was not invited to that decision. I was not ready to lose my BFF.
We did EVERYTHING together. From the vey time I "knew' who I was, I was that one with her. Her name was Carla. My fault, her name IS Carla, and she was my friend in the only life I know.
No one signs up for loss, but I found it in the most unbecoming of ways. I found myself in Egypt with my husband Bob when that call came. Carla is sick. She was rushed to the hospital with a headache. She had two small children and a relatively new husband ...she is GONE. She died of a brain hemorrhage. How do you even spell hemorrhage? She went to the hospital on the 4th of July and never came home. How is that? Nothing like losing a best friend. Even your bones cry.
I did everything with Carla. We first met in high school. If I was not at her house she was at my house. Heck she was at my house when I wasn't at my house. We spent our days growing up trading stories about boys, leaving Utah one day, everything. She visited me at college in DC. She attended my wedding and I hers. We knew each other's thoughts unspoken. Once when I was home with my tonsils out Carla came running into my house crying. She had fallen in front of the entire high school while trying out for cheerleading. She was mortified. Barely able to speak, I consoled Carla with my eyes and hugs. Before long we were both laughing our guts out. That was my Carla.
Carla I loved! The sort of girlfriend love that comes around once. We used to listen to my one Stephanie Mills 8 track tape about a 1,000 times a month. We wore that thing out. Every time we listened to it, it was like the first time we were hearing it. Everyone around us thought we were crazy. We could have cared less.
We rode bikes together all over town. We danced at the clubs too. We dressed in identical outfits. She fought a boy once because he was mean to me. My girl Carla was the real deal. We talked of growing old together, living in the same city, watching our children grow up. But my Carla went to the hospital with a headache and never came home.
The last time I spoke to her she made me promise to go on a ladies cruise with her and her church. Of course I will I told her. She said okay I am paying your deposit. Neither of us would take that cruise. My BFF went to the hospital with a headache and never came home.
LIVE YOUR AWESOME LIFE
We did EVERYTHING together. From the vey time I "knew' who I was, I was that one with her. Her name was Carla. My fault, her name IS Carla, and she was my friend in the only life I know.
No one signs up for loss, but I found it in the most unbecoming of ways. I found myself in Egypt with my husband Bob when that call came. Carla is sick. She was rushed to the hospital with a headache. She had two small children and a relatively new husband ...she is GONE. She died of a brain hemorrhage. How do you even spell hemorrhage? She went to the hospital on the 4th of July and never came home. How is that? Nothing like losing a best friend. Even your bones cry.
I did everything with Carla. We first met in high school. If I was not at her house she was at my house. Heck she was at my house when I wasn't at my house. We spent our days growing up trading stories about boys, leaving Utah one day, everything. She visited me at college in DC. She attended my wedding and I hers. We knew each other's thoughts unspoken. Once when I was home with my tonsils out Carla came running into my house crying. She had fallen in front of the entire high school while trying out for cheerleading. She was mortified. Barely able to speak, I consoled Carla with my eyes and hugs. Before long we were both laughing our guts out. That was my Carla.
Carla I loved! The sort of girlfriend love that comes around once. We used to listen to my one Stephanie Mills 8 track tape about a 1,000 times a month. We wore that thing out. Every time we listened to it, it was like the first time we were hearing it. Everyone around us thought we were crazy. We could have cared less.
We rode bikes together all over town. We danced at the clubs too. We dressed in identical outfits. She fought a boy once because he was mean to me. My girl Carla was the real deal. We talked of growing old together, living in the same city, watching our children grow up. But my Carla went to the hospital with a headache and never came home.
The last time I spoke to her she made me promise to go on a ladies cruise with her and her church. Of course I will I told her. She said okay I am paying your deposit. Neither of us would take that cruise. My BFF went to the hospital with a headache and never came home.
LIVE YOUR AWESOME LIFE
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