Saturday, December 7, 2013

The Reaper Got Her, So Long My Sister

Darlene, Dahlene, Cajun Queen, author of many chapters in my life; farewell my friend of childhood, so long ago, but remembered as a magical adventure growing up with live oaks, dueling oaks and Mardi Gras, and confidences shared with you, my first good friend. We told each other of hope and dreams for a future free of terror, said we’d find each other and always be together.
The 60’s, 70’s, the 80’s, oh, even the 90’s flew by, and then you reached out to me in a letter sent through aunts, good friends the generation before us. My palms tingled, my heart raced; I called you, which was the best call ever. The girls were back, if only on the phone. With a loving connection, we’re not alone; life was good. Thanks so much for being a part of it.
You were a trip, my girl, when you went out, you ruled the party. Kirt and I, your sidekicks at the casino and definitely out to lunch, had great fun.
Say, “Hi,” to Kirt and Milton. On a corner somewhere in a place called heaven there’s a bunch hanging out, listening to good music and having fun with you and the guys. Pet my dogs; until I get back and I’ll check on Lucky.







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