A birthday in rants

I once had a friend.

She was a neighbor and MUCH younger. Actually I was closer in age to her mother, but she and I didn't get along as well.

After her father died, her mother moved to Ohio. She was 16 and pregnant... and her mother left her in the apartment as she had no interest in moving to Ohio.

It was too much stress trying to keep the apartment, so after Thanksgiving that year, she called her mother to come get her... she moved out. She phoned a few times and returned in January.

She moved in with me - pregnant belly, dog and suitcase. We lived in a one-bedroom apartment with 4 dogs, multiple cats and my godson... for a few months!

She had her mother's gift for running away from difficult situations. I lost touch with her again and again.

She now has 5 grown children - her oldest son and one of the daughters are my godchildren - I never see them.

I miss her. I miss them. I miss the friendship we had. BIG TIME. There's so MUCH pain there, I cannot even express it any more.