2020 Vision
The new year is here but the new year is like the old year in many ways. So many people are saying what they did in the last decade and some did a lot and some did a little and some did in between a lot and a little. Personally, some good, bad and ugly and sad things happened to me. But, that is every year and every decade I suppose. I think more good than bad happened and I am hoping that this decade even more good will happen than all the decades combined. I don't make resolutions for the most part. When I was younger I used to because my friend's did and in school they would ask you what they were so I would think of something, rather it was really true or not.
For the past few days I have been thinking about my best friend from grade school, Nora. We met in the first grade and became fast friends and for a couple of years we lived about 5 min away from each other on the same street but she lived on one end of the street, it was a long street, and me on the other. Like from corner to corner, but a long corner. We would walk to school together with her big sister and when my little sister started school we would walk with her too. Her big sister never wore a jacket or coat even in cold weather. She would only wear gloves and possibly a hat and our uniform sweater. Nora and I couldn't figure how she managed not to be cold like us. Until one day someone told us in a matter of fact way that "cute" people don't get cold. It took us a while to figure that one out but we did eventually. Nora and I were close until after the 8th grade when we went to high school, ironically, across the street from our grade school. in high school we drifted apart and made other friends. She hung out with the smart people and me with the average people. I wished that we would have remained closer but unfortunately we didn't and thought that we had time to reconnect. But, little did we know we didn't have time. After we graduated a year later she was gone. The day I found out she was gone I cried most of that day and night. We even had the same birthday. We never did figure out who was the oldest but I think she was born first. That same night I saw her in a dream. She told me she was okay. She died at 19. So, she never got to celebrate two decades of life. I think about how much life and how many decades I have celebrated over 5 decades now.
Every birthday i celebrate I think of her and I wish that she was here celebrating with me. In my mind she is celebrating with me. She is the angel that is celebrating with me. Like many angels in heaven. I like to think that everyone goes to heaven. It makes it a little easier when someone dies.
I don't exactly why she has been on my mind so much lately along with my brother too who passed away 3 years ago. I can still hear his voice in my head and his laughter. I want to always remember that. I can still see Nora's artwork too. I still remember the day we walked to the train station, that was near our houses and we drew on the sidewalk using rocks. We were about maybe 8 or 9 years old and we were drawing, she was a much better artist than me, but she never rubbed that in, lol, she made a beautiful drawing and I don't know what I made but it didn't compare to hers but she said that both drawings were nice and that maybe we would get discovered. Two girls getting discovered from drawings made from rocks on the sidewalk. That would have been something. But, that is how she was always believed in the impossible. I guess she is around me right now in the form of an angel because there is something I want to do that might be considered the impossible by some people and she wants me to keep believing. Keep believing in 2020. 2020 visions.
For the past few days I have been thinking about my best friend from grade school, Nora. We met in the first grade and became fast friends and for a couple of years we lived about 5 min away from each other on the same street but she lived on one end of the street, it was a long street, and me on the other. Like from corner to corner, but a long corner. We would walk to school together with her big sister and when my little sister started school we would walk with her too. Her big sister never wore a jacket or coat even in cold weather. She would only wear gloves and possibly a hat and our uniform sweater. Nora and I couldn't figure how she managed not to be cold like us. Until one day someone told us in a matter of fact way that "cute" people don't get cold. It took us a while to figure that one out but we did eventually. Nora and I were close until after the 8th grade when we went to high school, ironically, across the street from our grade school. in high school we drifted apart and made other friends. She hung out with the smart people and me with the average people. I wished that we would have remained closer but unfortunately we didn't and thought that we had time to reconnect. But, little did we know we didn't have time. After we graduated a year later she was gone. The day I found out she was gone I cried most of that day and night. We even had the same birthday. We never did figure out who was the oldest but I think she was born first. That same night I saw her in a dream. She told me she was okay. She died at 19. So, she never got to celebrate two decades of life. I think about how much life and how many decades I have celebrated over 5 decades now.
Every birthday i celebrate I think of her and I wish that she was here celebrating with me. In my mind she is celebrating with me. She is the angel that is celebrating with me. Like many angels in heaven. I like to think that everyone goes to heaven. It makes it a little easier when someone dies.
I don't exactly why she has been on my mind so much lately along with my brother too who passed away 3 years ago. I can still hear his voice in my head and his laughter. I want to always remember that. I can still see Nora's artwork too. I still remember the day we walked to the train station, that was near our houses and we drew on the sidewalk using rocks. We were about maybe 8 or 9 years old and we were drawing, she was a much better artist than me, but she never rubbed that in, lol, she made a beautiful drawing and I don't know what I made but it didn't compare to hers but she said that both drawings were nice and that maybe we would get discovered. Two girls getting discovered from drawings made from rocks on the sidewalk. That would have been something. But, that is how she was always believed in the impossible. I guess she is around me right now in the form of an angel because there is something I want to do that might be considered the impossible by some people and she wants me to keep believing. Keep believing in 2020. 2020 visions.
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