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Salutations™!!

Luckily, it’s been a little bit (that I know of) since I’ve lost one of my friends, especially my childhood friends, I hope it stays that way. However, I was reading on Facebook just yesterday about a FB friend of mine who had lost their “first childhood friend” and didn’t even know it until a few months had passed. They had lost touch and she had been looking for her over the last year or so. Turned out her father had passed away in the last week or so and it said “preceded in death by his daughter…” and it floored the friend looking.

That got me to thinking. I know that I have indeed lost some of my childhood friends (I count all the way from young’ens through graduating high school as “childhood,” in this instance) over the years, some while still in school, some after. It’s never easy when that happens, either. But, I also think back on all the times that we had. Some of us 1936407_153377620489_3732536_nwere very close. Close enough to spend the night at each others’ houses more than one weekend a month. Close enough to go and spend a few days with them when they lived away from you. Some even coming from WV to spend a week or so with you to go hang out or, whatever.

There were girlfriends, best friends, you-were-nice-to friends, old friends (the oldest of old), but all-in-all, friends. I haven’t really lost any of those, yet, again, as far as I know, and I’d hate to do that (or them me) without at least talking to them once more. On the phone, on text, on IM, on Skype or in person. I am friends with about 95% of the real-life friends that I want to be in touch with. I’d say 100% but I’m sure there are those that I’m missing. Still, it’s very rare that we talk. And we were so very close.

I know that I moved away from my WV friends between 9th and 10th grades, but I was still always there. I dated girls there, came in to hang out, spend some time, go camping (I hate camping but I did it to be with them) or whatever. I also know that life happened. We went to school, got married, had kids, work our butts off and so on, but I’d hate to find out one of us had passed and we hadn’t filled our gaps. To my knowledge, it was never anything bad. I don’t remember many enemies, surely none in the friends that are on my mind right now, so I don’t think it was because we had a “falling out.” Some of them live very close to me and some live far, but I still love them each and every one. I still miss them.

I won’t go as far as lying and say “I think of them every day” as I am sure that’s not the case, but there’s rarely a week that goes by that I don’t think of something we did from something that reminded me of them. I know I have plenty of friends here in NC and I love you all, but, I do have access to most of you when I want and need you and we get to talk. I’m talking here, though, about my WV friends. Those oldest friends of mine. The ones I have the most ancient of memories of. We have reunions for high school but not all of us were in the same grade; and not all of us attend those (big FROWN). I’m not asking for a week’s vacation with you and I’m not asking for a weekly phone call. I’d just like to reconnect on a more frequent, or heck, an existent, basis. I don’t know how many of you read my blog, and I’m not asking you to jump into it and read it a lot. Some of you may not even see this (but I’m going to tag some of you on Facebook). I also realize that the picture included is the only one that has any kind of representation of a “group” of us.

It’s no one’s fault. It happens. I can easily contact you, you can easily contact me. Two way street and I’m well aware of that. But, let’s not find ourselves looking at an obit or reading about one of us passing without some recent memories to accompany our old ones. You know how to find me. I know how to find you. I love you all.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!


“Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.” – H. Jackson Brown, Jr.