I will try to condense this story as much as I can and still make it understandable.
My best friend lives in Chesapeake VA and I live in Indiana. We actually met on line but there was an instant connection and we were like sisters. We vacationed together, we talked on the phone almost every day. We were writing partners.
In Feb. 2007, her husband called me. Pat had been in a car accident, hit head on by a drunk driver. She was in a coma. Over the next few weeks, she was declared dead 7 times and was in and out of the coma. She was in a rehabilitation center for the next year. In my opinion, she was over-medicated; she could not talk without slurring her words, her mind, her beautiful mind could not focus.
Her phone calls became less frequent, and when I called her, more often than not she would not pick up. The last time I called her, about a year ago, I left her a message on her answering machine telling her I love and miss her, but if she doesn’t call back, I would get the message and not bother her any more.
I did not hear from her.
This year, I sent her a Christmas card, just saying that I love & miss her terribly, with my phone # & e mail in it. I sent it and hoped for the best.
Today, I got a phone call with that familiar 757 area code. It was Pat. I burst out crying and so did she. We laughed together, we cried together, we promised this will not happen again.
There is nothing, absolutely NOTHING I could have gotten that would have made me happier. I don’t know why she stopped communication. It does not matter now.
I have my sister back in my life.