Tonight I started thinking about a friend of mine who died. Much like the novel Love Story's begining line. "What do you say about a girl who died"
Jennie was 30 when she died. She lived a lot of life but in the end it was all the drugs and the drinking and the weight that killed her.
Jennie was almost 300lbs when she died. That was a lot of weight on her 5 foot 6 inch frame.
Jennie and I met when we were grade school. We spent so much time together. I used to for the most part live at her house during the summer. I would have to be forced to come home. Her mom was the cool mom. She let us smoke and drink. She would make me egg whites in the morning because I did not like yokes. To this day I still dont like yokes. Her mom grew up with the Wilson brothers (Beach Boys). She would teach us things like the baseball dance.
Jennie and I had the most wonderful fantsy life. Our time spent together was not talking about real life. We talked about our fantsy world. I think when we realized that this was never going to happen. We started to grow apart. Then she got heavy into drugs. She was doing coke and acid. I could not handle it and started getting interested in other things.
Jennie and I did not see each other for almost 15 years and then she showed up at my baby shower for Leslie. She looked good. She died a few years later. With the rain check of how we need to get together for coffee.
Jennie had the most incredible laugh and heart. The thing is when she died I was very sad and I cried but it was like she was at a party and she had to leave and I was so busy with other guest I didnt see her leave.
Ah... just the thoughts of the past...when I was a little girl...
B
Jennie was 30 when she died. She lived a lot of life but in the end it was all the drugs and the drinking and the weight that killed her.
Jennie was almost 300lbs when she died. That was a lot of weight on her 5 foot 6 inch frame.
Jennie and I met when we were grade school. We spent so much time together. I used to for the most part live at her house during the summer. I would have to be forced to come home. Her mom was the cool mom. She let us smoke and drink. She would make me egg whites in the morning because I did not like yokes. To this day I still dont like yokes. Her mom grew up with the Wilson brothers (Beach Boys). She would teach us things like the baseball dance.
Jennie and I had the most wonderful fantsy life. Our time spent together was not talking about real life. We talked about our fantsy world. I think when we realized that this was never going to happen. We started to grow apart. Then she got heavy into drugs. She was doing coke and acid. I could not handle it and started getting interested in other things.
Jennie and I did not see each other for almost 15 years and then she showed up at my baby shower for Leslie. She looked good. She died a few years later. With the rain check of how we need to get together for coffee.
Jennie had the most incredible laugh and heart. The thing is when she died I was very sad and I cried but it was like she was at a party and she had to leave and I was so busy with other guest I didnt see her leave.
Ah... just the thoughts of the past...when I was a little girl...
B
sleep tonight sweet girl. don't make me come to you. you know what I mean.
Sleep. I love you.