30
July 2014
The
Necklace
When
her mother died, Alice wasn't sure how she would get through it. Her
mother was her everything. Her father had passed in the war before
she was born so it had always been just Alice and her mother. After
her mother was laid to rest, she would visit the grave at least once
a week to bring new flowers and be close to her mother. One day, as
she approached the grave, she noticed a necklace sitting on top of
the tombstone. It was a half heart from a best friends charm. Alice
had seen this necklace in her mother's jewelry box but is said “Best”
on it whereas this half said “Friends”. She looked around and
couldn't see anyone who may have left it. She touched the necklace
and went on with her routine at her mother's grave. Several hours
went by when Alice noticed a woman walking slowly towards her and
assumed she was a visitor of another grave so she looked away for the
woman's privacy.
“Alice?”
asked the woman. Alice was a little shocked. The woman knew her name
but she had never seen this woman before.
“Yes,
I am Alice. How can I help you?” Alice responded.
“I
am so happy to finally be able to meet you as an adult. I grew up
across the street from your mother when we were very little girls. We
were inseparable for so any years. I was at her house when she found
out about you and when she was told about your father. When you were
about four I had to move to Europe where my parents were because my
mother fell ill. I was never able to come back because I had
developed a life and family there but when I heard about my best
friend dying I decided it was time to come home,” replied the
woman.
“Thank
you so much for visiting. May I ask who you are?”
“Oh
I am so sorry dear! I should have started off with that. My name is
Alice also,” smiled the woman.
“You're
Alice?! You're my mother's Alice?” Alice was in shock. She had
grown up on stories of her mother's life with her best friend, her
namesake, Alice. She felt like she knew her even though she has no
memory of her, “My mother talked about you all the time! I can't
believe you're here.”
The
two women spent the evening talking about the woman that brought them
together. They talked about the good and the bad. They talked until
it was time for the graveyard to close.
“I
want you to have this necklace,” said the older Alice, “your
mother was the closest person to me and I am so heartbroken she is
gone.”
“Thank
you,” was all the younger Alice could say. She would never forget
meeting the familiar stranger who helped her through her loss.
31
July 2014
My
Heart
It
sits deep within my chest
But
is that its only home?
My
heart lies outside of me
In
the form of others.
My
pamplemousse,
Who
made my empty heart feel whole.
My Pookie who inspires me daily
And
is making me an auntie!
My
Boobi who is very good
At
dealing with my bad side.
My
Super Ninja who makes me laugh
And
makes me feel like a good grown up.
I
have these people who share my life,
They
bring happiness and joy,
Even
sharing a few tears.
Life
is so much easier
Knowing
my heart is safe and loved,
Inside
and out.
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