My weekend was relatively uneventful with the exception of a phone call. It was definitely a blast from the past. The cousin of the person who I considered to be my best friend in the whole wide world, Angie, decided to “find” me after 11 years. Her cousin was 13 years old when Angie died mysteriously in the spring of 1995. It was such a cryptic conversation because her cousin was unaware of a lot of things that happened during that time. We reminisced about old times. It took everything in me not to break down. I miss my friend, Angie soo much and each and every day that passes I wish she was here. Angie’s daughter turned 20 years old yesterday and I have no clue where she is nor her brother who is either 17 or 18. When you are young, you make promises to one another without even thinking about the things you say sometimes. I made a promise to Angie in the event that anything happened to her that I would look after her children. Little did I know how foretelling that statement would be. I feel like I was never able to fulfill my promise to her because things were so chaotic with her family after her death and the placement of her children that people moved and numbers changed, we lost contact. I have felt so bad for years because of this. I just hope that the two of them turned out okay in spite of the circumstances. I’ve prayed for their safety and well being over the years. I hope they’ve made it through no matter where they are. Hopefully, making contact with her cousin again will merge that gap one day. I still feel my best friend beyond the grave and I still hold that place in my heart for her even now. Angie, I’ll always love you and I hope you know that. *hugs*