There are two people that I have taken from my childhood into adult life, as friends rather than family. I had a messenger short exchange with one of them, Lynn on Tuesday 4th August from my hospital bed, where I said I was sorry to hear that she was feeling unwell after she had responded on hearing of my accident. Unfortunately, that was the last exchange between us as she died on Saturday suddenly and shockingly for everyone that knew her.
We met on the first day of Junior school aged seven and bonded immediately. She was bubbly and adventurous, scatty and sincere and one of the most genuine and loyal people I have ever been privileged to know. We stayed the best of friends through the rest of our childhood and beyond.
We were not model children it must be said, her capacity for getting into hot water matched mine and we were regularly on the wrong side of someone’s idea of right – whether at school or at home, but we loved each other and ploughed on regardless. I could write pages on the things that we did get up to, but they still may be toe curling to some, and they are my memories which are precious and will stay with only me now, for all time.
Since school, our lives have been lived quite separately and taken different directions. We had times where we had very little communication, but we crashed together again every few years, or sometimes every few months, never with reproach always falling straight back into the easy comfort of a friendship based on decades of shared secrets and aspirations, regrets and fears, counsellor and mentor to each other.
In December 2013 her daughter and I colluded to get her onto Facebook and I was set up as one of the first friend requests that she saw on Christmas day that year. We have since shared so many experiences, family weddings and births, house purchases and milestone events. We have chit chatted, not constantly, but from time to time, we have even occasionally managed to meet up.
We have been more aware of each other, not an occasional burst of energy more a constant background thrum of security, knowing we were there if needed. Thus the exchange on Tuesday I in hospital with a broken bone, she feeling unwell – Me “Hi lovely how are you, sorry to hear you are not well xx “ her reply “And me too, take care and get well soon xx”
My reply now is my last message to her – So you take care my lovely lady, and don’t get up to too much mischief without me, holding you in my heart forever