My childhood best friend, Tammy Boyce (McEwen), died last night. I spent most of my days, til high school, at her house. We found trouble often but enjoyed every day together. We had a skeleton collection. We made super duper cleaner that we hid under her bed (it exploded under there). We caught crayfish, salamanders, tadpoles, minnows and frogs all summer long. I learned to ride on her horse sugar foot. We took day-long bike rides. The scar on my forehead is from making a skating rink in her big bathroom by dumping water all over the floor and sliding on it. I was at her birthday party when she got a kitten and the same day it got run over by a car and its eyeball pooped out. We slid down her back steps on a mattress and told ghost stories all night. I only went to her house (no one slept over at mine) and she and her mom Bonnie dealt with my wetting the bed til I was 13. Her mom was my second mom. I wonder if she knew she was rescuing me? I wonder if she knew my childhood would have been so much worse without her? I wonder if she knew that she truly was truly the best best friend I ever had. I love you for the gift of friendship and unconditional love you gave me, Tammy. I love you for saving my life.
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 18:49:51 +0000
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