The last time I saw Sally, she was helping us pack plants and cats into a u-haul and car last December as we set out for Philadelphia early one morning.
Sally and I are old friends. We shared our children's adolescence together. Sally was my Buffalo family for those first, fragile and new cultural experience years when I first arrived on this fair continent. We spent many a Thanksgiving at her table and swam in her pool in the summers. On my birthday, Sally would make my favorite meal and when scuds were flying into Israel, she brought by a pot of chicken soup as I worried about my family far away. Sally picked us up and moved us from Williamsville to Clarence and then again from Clarence into the city, and when all was lost and I was so down, down, down, she arrived at my door step with money for me to buy a car and a coat.
Sally shared words of wisdom that helped me through some dark and uncertain hours. One of the things she said I have carried with me all these years: "Tammy, it will all be different by April." She calls me Tammy. Sally always made me play games. Card and board games. She made me draw and sing, write and play. She made me laugh and laugh until tears rolled down our cheeks. Once we had a fight in Clarence Town Park. We yelled at each other like two sisters. She took care of my son and I her daughter.
We live on either sides of Pennsylvania now. But, today, Sally is coming to visit. And I can't wait.
How great to see beloved old friends! Have a wonderful time.
Posted by: Richard Lawrence Cohen | October 22, 2005 at 09:46 AM
She sounds wonderful!
Posted by: kimbofo | October 22, 2005 at 12:15 PM