Truly, where do I begin? My first memories of my life include you. I can remember you were a constant in my youth. I think I was one when we met and I can’t remember a time running through the neighborhood without you and Kelli.
One of my favorite memories was climbing up your mom’s linen closet to the little hide out/kid playroom stashed behind all the towels. If I remember correctly you had a small table and chairs and a light with a string attached too it. It smelled like mothballs and dust, but it was filled with giggles and plans of trouble (you know, big trouble like devising a plan to ride our bikes when it was dark out.)
I remember hide and seek, ding dong ditching and jump rope. I remember your sister reading me Edgar Allan Poe when I was nine and since that time I’ve read him with an obsession! I remember you playing mamba at our house and whipping your head so fast that you hit the corner of our piano chair with your forehead.
And who can forget the big wheel races in the basement? Hitting the brakes so quickly it would whip us around in a 360! And the big ass queen bed that we would all snuggle into when our parents were shit faced!
With all sincerity those were some of the best times of my life! That carefree attitude with friends is what we still crave in our adult lives.
I still try to understand why it all fell apart when Kelli died. Perhaps our parents’ seeing each other was just too much of a reminder of the past. Perhaps we didn’t know what to say. Perhaps it’s just a part of life to fall away from one another, but I know that you will always have a piece of me, and I’ll have a piece of you … my god, we were practically sisters! Though it’s been ages since I’ve seen you, you truly are a part of me I carry and think about everyday!
Thank you Becki for being such a huge part of my life growing up and helping shape me into who I am today!