Today' this entry isn't about me, it's about a great friend I had for 17 years who passed 3 years ago today, and who I never had the chance to say good bye to...
I am sitting in a chair against a wall in a hallway with white floors ands walls, fluorescent lights overhead. I hear footsteps approaching and I look up to see who is going to come around the corner. It's Kelly, dressed in her typical blue jeans and black boots, with that Indian print jacket in earth tones she always wore. She is tan of course, her hair perfect.
I stand up surprised out of my mind that she's actually there with me.
"Kelly," I say, "I miss you so much."
"I know," she tells me. We hesitate then reach for each other and hug. I can feel her there solid in my arms.
"Do you know what I've been doing?" I ask her.
She smiles slowly at me. "Yeah, I know," she says grinning. "Let me tell you, everything you are doing now is exactly how it should be."
I nodded to her, tears ready to fall from my eyes.
"God, I can't believe you're here," I tell her.
"Everytime I come to you it gets harder and harder," she explains to me, suddenly looking sad. "In fact, I have to go now."
"Now, so soon? Kelly, I think about you every day."
"I know, sister," she jokes and turns around and walks away from me. For some reason I just stand there and watch her leave, unable to follow.
When I woke up I was on my back, my hair and pillow wet from the tears that had slid down my cheeks while I had slept. But I felt this strange peace and calm because I knew my friend had visited me...
