Death and S-X

Ain't no reason a'tall to be wrtin' this post, since all y'all  bloggers from our former glory days* is off in the bushes somewhar' I reckon.

Well, thar's a reason,, an' it ain't jes' to see if Aunty can still write cracker.    My friend died.

She died when she warn't s'pposed to.  Sixteen years ago.  Y'all woulda loved her evermore too had ya known her. I tole ya about her onc't I think-- how when we met my prissy prude self liked to have died in shock at all them brunette curls flying out of a red two seater Mercedes. Talk about excess!

Seems the Good Lord has been flinging these high octane folks at me regularly. ( Doan fergit now what Uncle said to mah 15 year old innocence when I declared with great solemnity and a tad of smugness, "I doan see no boys who smoke." 

"You do, now," he said.

Well, anyhoo, back to mah friend. She died in her prime, thas' the  truth. Young, high spirited, irrepressible.  survived Hodgkins at 33, after which she wrung every last bit of goody from each day, and made sure you did too, iffin' youse wif' her. Sharp bidness woman ( that's how she got that red buggy ) wif' jes' the looniest sense of humor and a wicked dare-devil streak. Definitely not mah type of BFF.  Except that at the core, we knowed we wuz akshully soul sisters in the truer meaning of soul. That part that transcends mere death.  So, I miss her, but I ain't grieving, cause I know she is seeing  the. Real Deal.

But miss her, I do. I said that already, dint I? In 16 years since, I ain't found nuthin' similar, an' ain't that grand? She be a one of a kind. Practical but whacko too. When she an  her other half, Jack, had a

set to, likely as not it be over his fastidious nature.  He was from north Midwest somewhar' and never could git hisself loose enough to be a good ole boy, though he admired the breed. He took lots of lessons under Uncle's tutelage, but most dint stick. His stellar feature be loyalty an' smarts enough to know a good woman when he met one.  But, this is the funny thang I wiz gonna tell...

An' since this blog be anonymous to most folks in my life--who doan have no clue their friend  has a secret life as Auntybelle, I can tell y'all this tale on mah dead friend and her Jack.  It's this: he wore pajamas. At first she snickered at it, but it didn't change his leopard spots.  He growed up cold on some Minnesota tundra, an' them fellas wear pajamas. She tried to shame him outa them things by tell ing his golf buddies the secret, but he warn't fazed.

Seems pjs be a bit of a put off fer her, so they took to other handy venues around the house, cause that Midwestern sensibility did not go wif' pajamas OUTSIDE the bedroom. ( I blames it on that red 
sports car--how does a man NOT  know that a woman who bought her own self such a buggy ain't the sort to admire menjams.) Now, y'all done guessed how Aunty needed smellin' salts  when this little tale of domestic bliss be shared over coffee one mornin'. Iffin' the other ladies wuz serene during this instruction on how to train your man, Aunty be mortified. I mean, Mort. I. Fied.

An' you know,  she knowed that. And wif' that mischievous giggle she said,
"so when Mr. Fastidious intones  that decent folks don't eat their midnight Cheerios in bed,  I remind him that the kitchen...."

I jumped up so quick I wiz dizzy an' went to put a fresh pot of coffee on....

The Angels above know how much I miss her. 


Aunty Belle said...

Glory days being when blogs were social not commercial-- so many now are simply out to sell or seed sales. Reckon jes' plain bloggers lost heart. I sure miss all y'all.

darkfoam said...

Well .. I sure hopped on over here mighty quick from facecrackspamalost land.
I sure do get this post though. I had a friend once.. a youth on the cusp of manhood.. I still miss him. Here's to friends who never leave us.

moi said...

I'm sorry for your loss, Aunty. You do her great tribute, remembering her this way. If we're lucky, we all have a person or two like this in our lives, and can carry them in our hearts forever.

I sure do miss our Golden Age of Blogging, too. Every once in a while, I'll pluck a random post from the archives and just marvel at the fun we had.

PNWGal said...

Sweet tribute. This makes me miss blogging because I know you never would have posted this on FB. I agree with Moi; it really was the golden age of blogging. I'm so glad I had the chance to experience it with you all. xoxo

roxanne s. sukhan said...

I still blog, even though most have moved on. So sorry for your loss.

grins said...

Hi, kiddo. good writing. I haven't been writing because of wrist's and shoulders. Sorry. Hi everyone. Curm.

Doom said...

I will have to move you up to my friends list, for my part as I put it. Back when haiku was on, I regularly checked where I have your link.

Oh, about the tale? *blush* Not another word on some of it.

As to missing? I was just discussing, this evening, the pain of missing someone. It means you loved. Sometimes it might not seem worth the pain, if I believe, in the end, it will. While love isn't all that will get us to heaven, it's a part. And it's the coin of the realm. The more you give, the more you get, if a price, here, you will pay. Worth it.

So... I'm glad you miss her, dearly. Oh... what did I just step into!?! One finger your way means three mine? Gah! Never mind. I must admit, when I tried on that hair shirt myself... Still, the wisdom holds, even when old wounds freshen.

Aunty Belle said...

Oh mah gracious Thad's been a resurrection of some of y'all an' iI'se so pleased to sew ever' body. Come set a spell!

Doom said...

So... you finally speak, thinking to the wind, we all show, and you... disappear? Oh, no worries. Just, actually, making sure you are healthy and all is well. Hope so. No need to chatter back, unless you wish. Just passing on a hope. Be well.

Aunty Belle said...

Doom, I. Am here!! All is well wif' the Aunty Clan. Jes' hoppin' busy this time of year.

I promise a new post soon...

Meanwhile. Happy Memorial Day!

Ardlair said...

I suspect, my "ole" friend, that you miss some more than others!

I lurk on, and drop in occasionally.
Almost 10 years since first I did.

I hope you are well, and that what saddens you here, lifts more than it weighs.


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