December 17, 2009
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Follow-up to A Special Friendship
Tyche and two other people (in private messages) encouraged me to send my previous entry to Sheri to read. I normally don’t share my posts outside my blogosphere because I need the freedom to post without holding back, so I generally don’t let my friends and family (with a few exceptions) even know about this blog.
Anyway, Sheri came and read, then sent me this message, with permission to repost:
I was going to post this on your blog, but I don’t have an account, and if you want to share this, you have my permission.
Just to let you know… I value our friendship as much as you do. You brought tears to my eyes just reading this. I love you like a sister. I forgive you your error in judgment in junior high. We were meant to be friends. I knew it all along. You just had to find yourself first. Your friendship is very important to me… and even though we are miles away, you are in my thoughts, always. ♥And that made me cry.
Also, I thought I should clarify one point. Her sister (Kathy) is no longer mean or nasty to me. I think we both got over that as we became adults. I was able to meet up with her on a couple of occasions when Sheri and I got together and Kathy was just as sweet-natured as Sheri.
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Time and age are wonderful healers. I am happy for all of you. Peace and Love sent to all of you
Dear Kallioph,
Because of the way I blog (usually only visiting a blogger when they comment on mine) I might have missed reading the wonderful recollection with your friendship with Sheri below if you hadn’t commented on my Elvis post. (to which I’m returning comments right now.) I haven’t even read this entry yet. What a beautiful recounting of not only your friendship, but your own thoughts and feelings , and it’s a bit like a short autobiography.
Since I’m basically a memoirist on my own blog, writing extensively about my past, I always love to read about the lives of others, and what hindsight does to clear up some of our earlier misconceptions. The admissions that you thought you were “cool” when in fact people were “laughing at you” almost made me cry.
Okay, now I’ve read this one, and I’m about to close the door to my office so people won’t catch me blubbering.
Michael F. Nyiri, poet, philosopher, fool
@baldmike2004 - Wow, thanks for the rec. You’re correct in that the post was mostly autobiographical, it was also cathartic. I put into words finally stuff that’s been jiggling around inside of me for quite some time.