Matters of fact.
"Hey, you know my dead friend," I started,
"Yup," said Hazel,
"I'm not a dead friend," Iris said, with a little ferocity.
"No, you're not, Alison Morton is my dead friend."
"Oh." said Iris.
"I was thinking I'd like to go and see her grave today and take her some flowers because today it's been exactly eleven years since she died."
"Okay," said Hazel.
"I want a pear," said Iris, "p-p-p-please".
Eleven years dead, and longer since we last hung out yet I can still see her apricot hair and generous grin. I intended us to become closer friends as we got older, but she isn't getting older. Thus I learned that this one is the day to seize.
"Yup," said Hazel,
"I'm not a dead friend," Iris said, with a little ferocity.
"No, you're not, Alison Morton is my dead friend."
"Oh." said Iris.
"I was thinking I'd like to go and see her grave today and take her some flowers because today it's been exactly eleven years since she died."
"Okay," said Hazel.
"I want a pear," said Iris, "p-p-p-please".
Eleven years dead, and longer since we last hung out yet I can still see her apricot hair and generous grin. I intended us to become closer friends as we got older, but she isn't getting older. Thus I learned that this one is the day to seize.
posted by Susan Harper at
12:25 PM
3 Comments:
I really love your blogging. I've been reading you on your lj feed and every entry just makes me happy.
:)
ps. I found an old film with photos from Craft Afternoon at your place in Aro St.
Ta muchly.
Jane just ran the San Francisco marathon. I'm impressed.
I was thinking of Alison too.
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