Casey was my best friend, and according to my mother, the other half of probably one of the most beneficial and healthy relationships I have ever had. We had a lot in common, aside from the fact that we spent the most angst-ridden of early teenage years together. We were both cute, and funny, and sweet, and smart, and competitive. I know that she pushed me to work for a lot more than I ever would have aspired to achieve on my own. I can only hope I did the same for her. We had many of the same interests as well. I think the highlights at that time were reading, music, and boys - sometimes even the same boys. We spent every possible waking moment together. We were best friends.
But then... I guess life happened. Things changed. We changed.
And the next thing I knew, it was my senior year in college, and the phone rang. It had been over four years since the last time we spoke. Casey told me that she was a wife. And a mother. "Can you believe I'm somebody's mom?" (Those were her exact words.) A short time later, when I was home for a break, I met her daughter and her husband... her new family.
That was the last time I saw her - over 12 years ago. More life happened, I guess. It feels like a sad excuse.
And then, two weeks ago, she left a comment on my Roll Call! post. I followed it to her blog, Casey's Commentary, where I read all about her and her husband and their four children. I found that she is still cute, and funny, and sweet, and smart, and competitive. And I'm so very glad she found me here.
Hi, Casey! ;)
6 years ago