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Old Friends

Not that she was a friend, but my mother passed nearly six years ago. I dream about her nearly every night.

A dear college friend passed recently who I remember vividly for him hijacking me from class just to hear Shattered by the Rolling Stones. Three times. Then he brought me back to class and we were friends for over 30 years. No one else I know can spend three hours on the phone talking about the loves of his life, especially an ex-girlfriend from college and no, it’s not me.

As we age, we, our family and friends decline in health. I’d like to think my mind is sharp and I love my husband and dog and want to take care of both. Some days I think I have to tour the east coast just to visit grave sites of the friends I’ve loved.

Annapolis (the Captain who married us), West Point and everywhere lie the remains of good friends. Permit me to share with you that while I cannot visit the tree presently that was planted in my old dog’s memory I’ve seen it on Google Earth. It is happy and growing and has a small piece of her last tennis ball at the bottom of the hole they dug to plant it over 12 years ago.

I try to keep in touch. Right now an old friend and mentor needs me and I need to be there. The college friend who put me in touch with my Rolling Stone fan friend will be there to help me out on the visit.

Keep in touch with your family and friends. We have so many ways to do that nowadays. Years ago I thought blogging was new and cool. I don’t tweet and only hit Facebook about twice a year. I love writing. Right now I feel I’m letting you into my life while you think about letting me into yours. Hug! Dee

Led

My friend died. He taught me so much. He was always wise beyond his years but led a troubled life.

By his side at a nursing home (I was an intern doing a college paper), he was at home with residents and knew all about their spouses and kids and grandchildren. He was always a natural. As a college student I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and knew that was not what I was deigned to be.

One day, between classes, he said I had to come with him for some emergency. This is dating me right now, as he brought me to the home he shared with several roommates and blasted the brand new Rolling Stones hit “Shattered” three times then dropped me off at campus. I hate the song but will always remember that day and his passion for life.

To thank him for his mentoring, I cooked a chicken dinner for him and all his roommates. They were thought to be drug dealers on campus. Shortly after graduation I was in town interviewing and was invited to a party across the hall. They wanted to buy some weed and I asked how to buy it and for the money and knocked on their door. Because of Led (who was already grown and gone) they sat me down and did a thirty minute intervention, telling me never to take drugs.

I told them it was a joke but thanked them for their consideration of my well-being.

That was Led. Hey, NSA, CIA, FBI and all snoops out there, my friend is dead. Everything here happened over 35 years ago.

All hail Led! To our fallen comrades. Dee