Posted by Shadowplayers721 on August 1, 2004, at 1:31:13
When I was 5, I had a friend - Hope Caldwell. Her real name was Elizabeth. She had a younger brother named, Lawrence. She was my 1st friend and I saw her move away. I never got over it. I still remember her like yesterday and it's been 30 years. I have longed to get in contact with her. I have searched the internet and come up with dead ends.
First, I feel it's kind of silly. This person wouldn't even remember me. I remember everything about her. She had long brown hair and bangs. She had freckles on her nose. I even know that she had a birth mark that her mom said was a strawberry. She was a tom boy. We ate peanut butter out of a spoon. We talked as we sat on the sides of the sink washing our feet.
I tried even searching on the internet for Lawrence Caldwell's. The list was enormous. I know this sound's so silly, but I have never stopped crying for this friend. I waved good bye to her on a Saturday. Her parents yellow car drove by my house with the U-Haul attached. We corresponded for a bit, but then no letters. My mother thought that Hope's parent's must have moved away. I had planned to send her crowns that I had made from paper and colored the stones. We played king and queen together. Sadness just overwhelms me. It's like the child inside still grives for her like it's yesterday. I remember the little trips we made together and that she went to a Mondesory (sp) school.
How odd to be grieving over somebody you lost when you were 5?
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