Out of my past rambling
I recently reconnected with my best friend from high school. I doubt that we’ll ever be close again, being 3 states apart. Before I started talking to her I asked another old friend about her mom’s death. I feel really bad because I was not there for her. I realize that I cannot feel too bad – I’m not the only person in this world who understands the loss of a parent and we did grow apart. What I have discovered is that I never really let my friends in. I guess I never talked about my parents and I don’t think they ever asked. What is really sad is that I didn’t expect them to understand, I didn’t ask them to try to understand. So when I left to come home and deal with everything, why did I expect them to understand the pain if I had never let them in? I spent all my time complaining about my aunt. So in the end I and none of my friends understood. They all still had their parents – of course. Now this friend gets it, but I think it’s just too hard. I’m a reminder of a time when she had both of her parents.
Tags: friends, Orphan, orphans, parental loss, past, rememberance
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