When a friendship dies

We have all experienced death in one form or another.  Whether it be the death of a loved one, the death of a beloved pet, or the death of a friendship. I think the death of a friendship is very hard.  Harder then many want to admit.  Perhaps it is because there is always the hope we can be reunited with the loved one we lost, or the pet we lost but with a friendship's passing, it is just a loss.  Not as severe as the death of a loved one but a loss just the same.

I have  been thinking lately alot about the friendship I lost.  It was a very special friendship to me.  I looked upon her as the sister I never had and always thought we would be close til the end of our lives.  Where ever one of us went, the other one was there.  Whether it was on camping trips with our husbands, shopping, or those movie nights she and I shared curled up in front of the television, eating popcorn with her two boys lounging on the couch with us.  We went through so much together.

I don't know what happened to end our friendship.  Perhaps it was her move to a town about a half hours drive from here.  I don't think that was it but who knows.  Perhaps it was because of the affairs her husband had and she thought I knew about them.  I suspected but never really knew for sure. Her husband was like a brother to her husband but the affairs he had drove a wedge between them. My husband knew of the cheating but I did not and he just seemed to have less and less time for his friend.  Later, he told me it was because his friend was using him as an excuse to go out and meet his girlfriend.  Many times he would tell his wife he was going some place with Bill when he was seeing his girl friend and
bill did not like that.  I don't think their split should have affected our friendship but perhaps it did.  Or, perhaps it was because we were growing apart. I never thought we were but she may have.  I really don't know.

I do know that I have sent her several letters and cards since her husband and her divorced.  I have stopped her in the store and spoke to her but it was like speaking to a stranger.  She has never returned my calls or answered my letters.  Silly, but I have thought of seeking her out on facebook to see if she is there.  I am willing to try that.  What can I lose?

I just miss her so much at times. 

Her son has visited me several times to tell me about his his life and his son. He rarely mentions his mom except to say she is well when I ask about her.

Oh well...I just wanted to share my thoughts on this since I was thinking about it this morning.