A rarely look at Facebook.
Jackee's on there about 10 times a day.
She's adducted to it.
This morning I went there.
A guy I knew back in high school posted a photograph of him and his date all dressed up for a big fraternity party.
His date was a gal that I first fell in love with in the 8th grade.
She was out of my league ... for sure.
She was a beauty queen and was just as pretty inside.
I did the only thing I could do.
we became great friends
Until she died about 15 years ago from cancer.
Jackee knew her too.
I usually picture her as she was in the 8th grade, or as she was the last time I saw her ... at her wedding.
Her 3rd one. Why do the pretty girls always marry the wrong guy?
3 times was the charm for her.
I was really glad for her.
The photograph was taken the year we were college freshmen.
I'd forgotten what she looked like then.
Her hair was long... usually it was short.
That image of her had totally gotten away from me.
It was a shock to see her that way again.
She looked better than ever.
Brought back millions of lost memories.
I'm still reeling.