So, a woman died this last week. This was a woman who was very important to me about thirty something years ago. She was my best friend in junior high and a lot of high school. We went through a lot of things together during those years and we were together more than we weren't. I was there the day her dad told her he thought her mom was having an affair (why would you do that to a kid?). I was there when her parents divorced. We went through a lot together. We had our first boyfriends at the same time. We had our first jobs together at Dee's Drive In. We were in Pep Club together. We skipped a lot of classes together. We went to the prom and other dances together. Her name was Annette Lemmon during those growing up years. Both of our high school boyfriends joined the military. Mine joined the Army and hers joined the Coast Guard. We were both in our junior year when they left. She dropped out of high school and married her boyfriend. I was the maid of honor in
The ramblings of a middle aged woman who loves being a wife, a mother and a grandmother