A Friends Kind of Day in Postcards 4

Some old friends from the writing class.

Enough was enough. My friend DA seemed to be missing.

She had called another friend to get my email address, but I never heard from her. That bothered me; we had been friends since high school. I began trying to reach her. I didn’t write a real note as I thought modern technology would win through in the end. I emailed her at one address. I emailed her at another address, and then I emailed her at a third email address. Nothing but silence. Never an answer.

I admit that I let long periods of time go by between each email.

Finally I tried the phone. Every number I called had been disconnected…boy they tell you that kindly these days. I Googled her. More disconnected numbers. You know what happened next. I started thinking. My imagination ran riot. Death, accident, fire…and worse. Finally I emailed my youngest daughter, who just happens to live in the same town and asked, “Please go see if she’s still ok?”

And she was. “Milaka, of course I remember you. I was there when you were born,” DA said welcoming her right in.

So thanks to Laka, I still have my friend DA. I have a new phone number and a new email address too. Boy am I grateful. You see, as you grow older, your friends fade away. I find I need to cherish everyone that I still have.

For you see, all those special friends in the writing group picture are dead, but not DA. Thanks to my daughter, DA is still in my life.

• Himself: Counting his days at work this week. Now only one left. He RSVP’d that we would join friends from the Friday group for dessert Thursday.
• Herself: I work Wednesday and hours Friday, but this coming weekend will go through all the Christmas ornaments and consolidate. Perhaps I will roast a chicken for the holiday.
• Reading: ”Saving Italy,” Robert Edsel.
• Balance: Talking with DA on the phone this afternoon and my daughter yesterday.