Sunday, December 28, 2008

On a more serious note.


As I said before, I was in the city today. My sister and I were riding on the BART train, and it was one of those times when we were underground, and trying to talk to each other would be pointless. My ear drums were about to explode from the pressure. Apparently not as badly as the couple across from us who would close their eyes and plug their ears every time we went underground. Weird.

Anyway, as I was sitting there, I was looking at the woman standing next to me, and she had this little dog keychain. I immediately thought of my friend Rebecca. She was my best friend from 4rd to 7th grade. We went to the same church, and she lived just down the street from me.

We were inseparable. I was either at her house, or she was at my house. . all. . .the. . .time.

We loved walking to 7-11 to buy slurpees, or going to Claire's to look at the jewelry (best day ever was when they had their 10 things for 10 dollars deal. . .we almost died). We rode our bikes EVERYWHERE.

We only got into two fights the whole time we were friends.

both times over money.

We loved to make movies together, make up funny dances, and play "pranks" on her brother. Like the time I spent the night at her house, and we threw Kraft American Cheese slices into his room at 2 am. We thought it was hilarious.

Our favorite thing to do was play with stuffed animals. Mainly, beanie babies. The one pictured above, his name is Dakota.

This one time we spent weeks building a house for the different animals out of card board boxes and fabric scraps.

She was my best friend.

She moved when we were in 7th grade. We were going to write each other everyday.

I wish that had worked out.

The last time I saw her, the last time I REALLY saw her, was when we went swimming at the hotel they were staying at before they moved.

It was so hard.

I wish I knew just how hard it really was.

We went to their hotel room and watched the end of Big Daddy. I still hate that movie.

My dad came and picked me up.

Neither of us cried.

I cried. In the car.

I saw her once a couple years later, when she came to visit family in the area.

We had nothing to talk about.

I almost felt like I couldn't wait for her to leave, it was so awkward.



I was babysitting for my sister, just my oldest niece was born at the time.
We were coloring.
Their phone rang, and I saw that it was my home phone number.

It was my mom.

My mom called to tell me that Rebecca had been killed in a car accident. She was on her way to work when a drunk driver came into her lane. Thankfully, she lived long enough to call her mom. She was rushed to the hospital, but didn't make it.

That was my best friend. My very best friend. The friend that I shared so much with.

And even though we hadn't talked for years, I miss her. 
I miss her more than I could have ever imagined. 


2 comments:

Come On In! said...

Emily,

That was beautiful. I can't remember if I told you, but my best friend, Rachel, passed away 10 years ago. A piece of me will always be missing until we meet again in heaven, someday. Thanks for sharing your story.

Much Love!
Cathy

Lexie said...

That was really sweet Em. Thanks for sharing.