Here’s another entry courtesy of Josie’s writing workshop. The prompt is:
1. What do you seem unable to learn or remember, no matter how hard you try?
My best friend’s birthday. I know it’s coming up soon. I know it’s in January. She’s aquarius. I have known her since school, she has been there for me through thick and thin. The death of my mother, the subsequent depression, the strange and rather lost teenage years. Moving to town, getting a job, failed relationships, then finally marriage, pregnancy and birth.
She has listened, encouraged, supported and loved me for 24 years.
She has laughed with me, cried with me, drank with me, eaten mountains of chocolate with me. She is my third sister and yet still I can never remember the date. I have a vague niggle that it’s now, today even, and yet I can’t possibly ask her. How could I forget it. Something so fundamental.
Both her parents died two years ago. Within one month of each other. She kept it all going, she was grieving, she was broken but she never retreated away from her friends. She kept her role as supporter, helper and best friend.
She still listened to me and my small problems. She still made me cups of tea while I bemoaned being pregnant, the sickness, the tiredness, the hormones. She had her own two children to look after, they had lost their grandparents. She kept them safe and happy.
She really is quite remarkable. So what kind of friend am I. I rely on her for so much, and yet this one thing, this pretty important thing really, I can’t remember.
Soon I will have to phone a friend, it’s my annual call and she’ll be expecting it. Then I’ll have got away with it for another year.