Early this morning,I lost a good friend.How good a friend she was I don’t think I realized,until today.You don’t appreciate someone until they aren’t there anymore.I just want her to know I did appreciate her friendship.And I miss her.
I knew you were sick.You just didn’t want anyone to know.You were that kind of person.Very private.But I knew you were in pain.That was the game we played. You and I.
That’s what I liked about you.Your personal business was yours.And mine was mine.You didn’t intrude.If I didn’t want to share,you were cool with that.And if I did tell you something,you never,ever passed it on.You seemed to understand.I don’t think I ever got what a really good friend you were.
I miss the late nite phone calls full of gossip and bitching…
The 5AM bitch sessions at work.We did straighten some people out,didn’t we?
I remember my last day at work.How pissed you were at me.That I was retiring and you weren’t able to,yet.
You,actually,got mad at me.
Me: “You want my warm up jacket?”
Tammy:”No.What do I want that for?”
Me:”Cuz,you wear that paper shit jacket all the time and this is a good cloth one.Take it,damn it!I’m not gonna need it.What’s your problem?”
Tammy: “Because you’re leaving,and you don’t give a shit anymore.It won’t fit,but I’ll take it”
Me:”You’re right.I don’t give a shit.Are you ok?”
Tammy;”I hate this place.I wish it was me retiring.”
Me:”Your time is coming.”
Tammy:”Not soon enough.”
We all knew you weren’t well.
We just didn’t know just how sick you were.You were that kind of person.
Would it have made a difference if we knew?
You hated public displays of emotion.
….you were/are loved….
….Be nice to tell you one more time….