I imagined us three, “Spirit Sisters,” as we had once and forever declared ourselves, and our beloved young Rhia too, gathering together on top of Ash’s blue mountain and also, in Georgetown, drinking decadent hot beverages by the river.
I thought about our time together and what we would do. I wasn’t sure. We can never be sure of much when fibromyalgia is part of the equation.
A new pair of shoes seemed right for such a special occasion. I was going to meet Ash and Laurie!
I thought perhaps Ash might not be well enough for traveling away from home, which influenced the shoes I bought.
I chose the shoes with both my spirit sisters in mind.
Strong and sturdy, with a hint of flair.
“I’m a city girl,” Laurie had written to us about where we should have our gathering.
Thinking of our city-loving sister in the midst of wooded and wild nature made me smile. I suspected the same was true for our mountain-dwelling sister, Ash.
The shoes stayed in the box for at least a year.
Every time I wore the shoes, I thought of the day I would get to meet Ash and Laurie. I took good care of my new shoes.
I can barely stand the truth, which is that our slumber party will never happen.
Laurie will never visit my blog again, although, there will always be a place here where her spirit lives. She will never call me again, tenderly reaching out to me.
“Michelle,” she said, in the softest voice.
“This is your sister, Laurie. I’m here for you sweetie.”
The sound of her voice now whispers in my mind.
A few months back, I started thinking more often of calling Laurie. I was planning to tell her how much she meant to me, but I was too late. Laurie became ill and didn’t recover.
Laurie was dear to me, and she loved me. I loved her too.
I didn’t get to say goodbye. I wanted to call her when she was in the hospital, but I couldn’t because she was sedated. I wanted so much to communicate with her.
I admired Laurie. She was smart, a good mother and a great writer. I was proud to have her visit my blog and give me compliments.
Laurie wrote beautifully at Hibernationnow’s Blog.
Her last post was a Haiku titled, “Play.” Below is taken from that post.
“Play life’s chances, freeask questions, be bold, stunningRoar, grin, like tiger.”
Laurie left us too soon.