Yesterday I posted some pictures to a local Facebook group. The photos were of two friends and their mother. These friends died a while back and their Mom recently. I thought some of the locals would enjoy the stroll down memory lane with me.
Discussion, condolences and lots of good memories were shared. Among the many notices came a private message from someone who had lived in our neighbourhood when we were children but who had suddenly disappeared from our lives over 55 years ago.
It is strange the turns our lives take. As children we have no control over what happens when we have to move for one reason or another.
This woman who contacted me, then a child, lived in a house across the street from us. I recall her parents didn’t get along well and at some point her Dad left them to fend for themselves. Soon after, her mother became ill and we watched as she became weaker and weaker. I recall my Mom sending over meals and offering to get things at the grocery store. Finally the woman died and while I’m sure it was very traumatic for my young friend it all just seemed to happen without much fanfare. As children we didn’t have input and were likely not privy to all the circumstances. One day they lived across the road and in flash my friend was gone, the house was for sale and nothing was to be heard of her again.
There was a girl she was close to in her class at school. She had stayed in touch with her so from time to time we received updates but eventually lost touch with her as well.
Today I suddenly got a message on Facebook from someone I don’t know but it only took a short explanation to have the memories come flooding back and a lost friendship was being rekindled after almost six decades.
I will be anxious to find out more about what actually happened to her.