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It is no secret that I do not particularly like holidays. It seems that everything really painful in my life has happened close or on a holiday. I need to get this out......where do I begin? Twenty six years ago, my best friend Joyce and I discovered we were pregnant. We were 30 and neither thrilled-her baby was due in January and mine in February. And in January beautiful brown-eyed, dark haired, shy Andrea was born to Joyce. In Feb. beautiful blue-eyed, blonde, extroverted Ashley was born. The girls were like sisters from the beginning-same interests-learned to walk together-talk together-Andrea was the brighter of the two-but Ashley was so much fun!!! The girls went from Kindergarten thru High school together. They were college roomates. From first kiss, sneaking cigs, to proms-everything was together. Andrea was like my own and since Joyce and I worked together it was easy to pick them both up-take them places together. After graduating college, Ashley began teaching school and Andrea who was in Business worked at a large Bank in the next city. Life was good. In 2006 Joyce was diagnosed with cervical cancer and was gone within six months. I held Andrea as she cried and told me she couldn't live without her mama. After that Andrea became more mine. She was at my house more than her own--her dad worked a lot-and ol' Ashley was always around with a funny story. Andrea seemed pre-occupied and I look back now and wonder what she knew. She found her dad a wonderful lady to date, introduced them and even went on the first date with them. (Smile, she said;"I rode in the back seat." She was a little tempermental and I noticed a few times that she would be talking with someone she had an unsettled argument with. She had broken up with a young man that I thought she would marry. In October, she and Ashley were having pizza and Ashley ask Andrea if she would ever want Brandon to know how she still felt. Andrea answered that if anything happened to her-please tell Brandon she really loved him. I began to get "that feeling"-uneasy-something is coming" but you can't isolate it. On December 19, 2006 Andrea was getting ready for work-always a stickler and so beautiful she wanted to wear her gold peep-toed shoes. They were here, she came and got them. I said to her to be careful-it was Christmas and lots of traffic--she was at the door-threw back her head and said,"Damn I look good!" I answered,Yes Baby you do--especially in those gold peep toed shoes.....Seven o'clock the call came. Ashley answered and I watched her face turn the whitest of white. I knew and said, She's allright??? Ashley simply shook her head no and kept talking. I don't remember anything after that. That was when the numbness began-no tears-nothing-just numb. I had to take care of my daughter. She was in a state of shock, and then there was Andrea's dad-how to help him? Go on "auto-pilot" I thought--I will awaken later from this nightmare. I did not awaken--I will stop now--read Part 2--it hurts too much to write at once.