Sarah and me in '73
My heart is heavy tonight. I've lost one of my dearest friends.
Although Sarah Mae had been in declining health for years, I had no idea the end was near. My previous post is about the trials and tribulations of our first job, and a little over a year ago I posted about our days at business college (Mutt & Jeff).
Memories of our times together have been running through my head all day. And tonight, as I was thumbing through my old high school yearbook, I came across something I had forgotten: a note on the last page.
March 11, 1958
When you sit down and start to write something like this, the first thing you do is start recalling all of the wonderful years that have gone by. During our twelve years together, I can remember more good things than bad. Such things as the many times one of us was sick and had to take the other home, staying out of school and sneaking down to the cafeteria to get stewburgers. We never accomplished anything by doing those things, but it sure was fun, wasn't it?
Yes, those were the days, and we're still making memorable events in our last year of school. I think the thing I will remember most about it is your constant chatter about 0*. How could I ever forget when I'm reminded of it every hour on the hour we're together? But I don't mind. In fact, I enjoy it. To this, "best wishes," and I do think someday in the near future you will have satisfaction.
You know, we haven't always run around together, but it seems like we've been best friends for our lifetime up to now. Oh I can think of ever so many wonderful things that we've done together since we were "silly" sophomores, our trip to Kentucky Lake junior year, hayrides, and ballgames.
I only hope that we will always be as close as we are now. Maybe we will because, after all, we're going to have to live together in Memphis!
Sarah MaePS When you get old and ugly and your friends turn to someone new, remember you will have one friend who is old and ugly too.