I want to thank everyone who reads this blog for the emails, the comments of condolences – on the event of the murder of my childhood friend Glenda. <\/p>\n
Michele, another good friend of mine, remained friends with Glenda into adulthood, and left a beautiful comment in the post below, about Glenda – who Glenda was, as an adult, what this world has lost by Glenda’s murder. It’s a tragedy.<\/p>\n
It makes me think how precious and fragile this life is – how precious and fragile our existence is here. How ‘counting our blessings’ must not be something we do when things go wrong, when things are bad – but it must be a daily practice. Perhaps this is a mundane thing to realize, but I don’t care. I am reminded, once again, of my deep love for all of my friends, my family, all my cousins and extended family, and also my family here on this blog. I can never express it enough.<\/p>\n
Glenda actually starred in one of my Diary entries that I posted here – and it conveys PERFECTLY who she was for me, what a funny funny girl she was, so filled with a comedic sensibility. Not everybody is, you know. But Glenda had it in spades. If something was funny, she went after it like a banshee. She loved to laugh.<\/p>\n
So here is the excerpt, in memory of my childhood friend:<\/p>\n
Today has been really quiet. I went to church and Sunday school, and I sat with Glenda V. in church. I had forgotten how funny she was!<\/p>\n
I remember in 4th grade, Dee Dee wanted to get together a rock group – she wanted to call it The Shooting Stars – and we had one <\/u>rehearsal at Erica’s house, in which we sang for about 5 minutes, got into fights, and broke the closet door so that Carolyn got trapped.<\/p>\n
Anyway, the whole thing was so ridiculous. We all sat on Erica’s bed, trying to sing these 60s hippie songs, from one book that Dee Dee had.<\/p>\n
O.K. Now Dee Dee had this old battered guitar that was so out of tune it wasn’t even funny, and Dee Dee’s voice was this weepy off-tune thing. And she looked <\/u>like a hippy with her long disheveled frizzy hair, and jeans jumpsuit, and just watching her strum dreamily along on this twangy guitary and singing a ballad, shakily, swaying, her eyes closed – it was just hysterical<\/u>.<\/p>\n
And Glenda and I have always had a problem with going into hopeless <\/u>hysterics at crucially serious moments.<\/p>\n
So anyway, just watching Dee Dee was enough, but Glenda leaned over to me, during the singing, and murmured, “I’m going to stuff a handkerchief in my mouth so I won’t laugh out loud.”<\/p>\n
Well, this obviously made things worse.<\/p>\n
Whenever Dee Dee opened her mouth to sing<\/u>, Glenda would calmly and matter-of-factly open her mouth wide and stuff the handkerchief all the way in. And that would send me absolutely rolling off the bed.<\/p>\n
So The Shooting Stars obviously didn’t get very far.<\/p>\n
Glenda is so funny. Glenda told me to come to the Prout mixer that was open to all schools, so that a bunch of girls wouldn’t be standing around dancing with each other, and I want to go.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I want to thank everyone who reads this blog for the emails, the comments of condolences – on the event of the murder of my childhood friend Glenda. Michele, another good friend of mine, remained friends with Glenda into adulthood, … Continue reading