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Absent Friends
Oct. 19th, 2014 11:17 amI got my LJ in March 2002, and one of the first people I followed was ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
roadnotes. Looking back, I see that her first comment in my journal was in May 2002—I hadn’t remembered her following me back so soon afterwards. By January 2003, I was singing regularly with a group of friends, including Velma, at Rose’s Turn on Thursday nights.
That was around the time when I had just started struggling to get out of the cage I had locked myself in. Velma was a great help to me then, offering support, encouragement, and wisdom. She often reminded me that I’m entitled to try to be happy. And insofar as I have become a real, live boy, she deserves credit for helping me along the way.
But time moves on. Rose’s closed, and we saw each less often. Still, she remained a source of support and wisdom as I began to make real changes to my life. She was always delighted to hear of my progress and consequent adventures, always interested in the salacious details. After she and Scraps moved west, I spoke repeatedly of visiting her, but I never made it out that way.
In my most recent email to her, I mentioned that I’d signed up to climb Rainier next summer, and that I hoped I’d be able to visit her during the trip. Now it seems that I won’t be able to.
I missed her before. I miss her now. Rest in peace, dear friend.
roadnotes. Looking back, I see that her first comment in my journal was in May 2002—I hadn’t remembered her following me back so soon afterwards. By January 2003, I was singing regularly with a group of friends, including Velma, at Rose’s Turn on Thursday nights.That was around the time when I had just started struggling to get out of the cage I had locked myself in. Velma was a great help to me then, offering support, encouragement, and wisdom. She often reminded me that I’m entitled to try to be happy. And insofar as I have become a real, live boy, she deserves credit for helping me along the way.
But time moves on. Rose’s closed, and we saw each less often. Still, she remained a source of support and wisdom as I began to make real changes to my life. She was always delighted to hear of my progress and consequent adventures, always interested in the salacious details. After she and Scraps moved west, I spoke repeatedly of visiting her, but I never made it out that way.
In my most recent email to her, I mentioned that I’d signed up to climb Rainier next summer, and that I hoped I’d be able to visit her during the trip. Now it seems that I won’t be able to.
I missed her before. I miss her now. Rest in peace, dear friend.
