Monday, May 24, 2010

Goodbye My Friend


I’ve never been a fan of the Beatles, but while I was taking a walk last night, I got a phone call from a friend. He’d given me the news I’d been expecting, but typically (for me) had also been in denial about. The Beatles popped into my head and all I could hear was “I heard the news today, oh boy”. I suppose, that Meredith would have smiled and told me to think of something happier. Probably tickle-me-Elmos.

Meredith and I met a couple of years ago. We’d hit it off amazingly well and as we found out, had a lot more in common than we’d first thought. We’d spent a ton of time together, and during one of our early conversations, she’d told me about this small operation that she was going to have. We had no idea that that small operation would turn into an 18 month long battle with colon, liver, and lung cancer. Between the time she’d told me about the problem, and the time she went into the hospital for her first operation, we’d had less than three months. But what a three months it was.

We spent a lot of time at vanilla events, shopping, and eating at Denny’s. I’m not sure that I’ll ever be able to eat french toast again without thinking of Merry. And my winter coat...the one that I fought against buying because it was so long...that was Merry. She’d seen how frozen I would get with my heels and short skirts, and when we were shopping for a new winter coat for me...she picked that one out and insisted that I buy it. We went ‘round and ‘round with that one. I called her an old fuddy duddy. But the more I fought, the more she insisted. So to keep her happy, I bought the damned thing. And it’s the best winter coat I’ve ever had. She was right.

We spent time shopping for heels for me. Merry couldn’t fit into most heels available in the stores, but we spent hours with me trying them on. She’d carefully pick out all kinds of shoes...and I’d put them on and model them for her. She lived vicariously through those shopping trips. And I remember when I’d bought matching skirts for us. I actually hated the skirt, but it was the only one I could find that had both our sizes. We wore those the last time we went anywhere together. The night I met Sir.

There were many things that she’d told me. Things that she wanted to do. At the time, I didn’t realize it was sort of her “bucket list”. I just thought that she’d found someone to play with and who was a pretty willing participant in any crazy thing that she’d come up with. I also asked myself pretty frequently during those three months “is this really worth it”? And by worth it, I meant that I was doing things that I really didn’t have any interest in, simply because it made Merry happy. Hindsight being 20/20, it was worth every second of it. Every second of her driving me crazy, not hearing me, and ignoring what I was telling her. I suppose I shouldn’t have been so hard on her for that. After all, I’d been ignoring what she’d been telling me during those three months.

That that was all the time we’d ever have.




Goodbye, my friend, it's hard to die
When all the birds are singing in the sky
Now that the spring is in the air
Pretty girls are everywhere, think of me and I'll be there

1 comment:

B. Playful said...

*sniffles* hugs. I had to read this before going work. Dang.