I walked around in a grey dreary fog for a large portion of my Jr. High years. I was so lumpy and globby and just seemed to ooze through the round and the square peg holes. What I needed was a little substance, some concrete to form me into something. My concrete was Diane.
I don’t remember where or how we found each other. Perhaps her concrete just fell into my glob. Whatever it was I needed it. The form we took held strong because we are still best friends.
Watching and listening to her drama rounds had me mesmerized by the weave and tone of her voice. She captured me in the playwright’s plot so my heart would suffer the slashing wounds of a tormented character or feel the burst of blindness that anger wrought on another.
Loyalty. Diane is Loyalty. I’ve never known it her way from anyone else. Her’s is the kind where she decides you’re worth it even when you decide walking on shards of glass in your bare feet is a good thing. She’s that loyal person on the other side of the pit of glass waiting with bandaids and mercuric because you know you have to have a little sting after you do something stupid. One definition of loyalty is “A strong feeling of support or allegiance.” I learned from her the definition fell far short because for her, strong is a weak word. Throw in a few more synonyms and you might have it. Perhaps staunch and tenacious.
Losing her physically and emotionally for years drained her concrete from me and I once again became lumpy and globby. We “lost” each other twice when she moved and addresses and phone numbers were forgotten, lost or neglected. The loyalty she gave me and in turn taught me found me being staunch and tenacious as I searched for and found her. Now I know she’s within the reach of my laptop where “social networking” has become the strands of the web that tie us together over miles and years.
Our form is solid but not hard. We have an ebb and flow but it neither swamps or erodes. There is a peace and comfort taken from knowing this beautiful woman. She has blessed many who have wandered across her path. Some were oblivious to the gift they missed and some of us stopped and joined in her dance.
RemembeRED writing prompt from a couple of weeks ago said:
This week we asked you to write about a person from your past…but the story had to include YOU.
We gave you the starting point of “His/her name was _______, and looking back now, I realize….”
Let’s see how you did!
I missed the deadline to link it to their website, but I wanted to finish and here is my homage to my best friend Diane.