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The Fourth of July …. and Carol

Summer brings many joys like ice cream and the Fourth of July.  This year more than ever, it seems that American women dressed very patriotically. The political and social reasons can be explored at more intellectual blogs than this one (although it could just be J. Crew) – I only know I was charmed by the stars and stripes and the red, white and blue in shorts, tops, and espadrilles.  And most of it was worn tastefully with touches of whimsy.
My pretty and chic friend Carol, a Deborah Kerr lookalike, reminds me of our model above.  Today she had on an attractive short-sleeved sweater, thickly striped in red and white that didn’t hide the fact that it was our nation’s birth (it also didn’t hide her tiny waist).  I’m always interested to see what Carol is wearing because of all my friends, Carol’s taste in clothing most closely aligns with mine.  
I love my sweet and soft-spoken friend very much.  She appears delicate but is strong…and I am in awe of her.  She recently obtained her college degree after eight grueling years of part-time school while holding down a full-time job.  She raised a son alone.  And she is a breast cancer survivor.  She is also the friend that does my taxes, makes me go to yoga class on Saturday morning when I’ld rather stay in bed, and visits any family members who happen to be in the hospital.  And two days ago, she told me she is moving.  To Florida.
Carol is leaving New England for a great new job and to be close to her now-grown son.  I understand (really, I do!) and I am happy for her because she is finally getting that fresh start she has been ripe for since losing her job.  But behind my smile, I am crying.  I will miss her terribly.  Beside the Fourth of July, Carol has long graced my Christmas tree, shown up for coffee and dessert every Easter, attended my daughter’s graduations and wedding.  And it is Carol to whom I turn when I need a co-pilot to drive to the mall with to return something on a weeknight, need a friend to have a bite to eat with…or need a friend to just chat with about lipstick and eyebrow pencils.  She is a wonderful, wonderful caring pal.
So just for tonight, I beg you not to tell me the world is small…and that there is email, texting, and Skype. Pray don’t say I will have a warm place to vacation in winter and please have a care and don’t remind me that she will come home from time to time.  Saturday yoga won’t be the same and neither will Christmas Eve around the tree or Easter Sunday for that matter.
And somehow, I just know that next Fourth of July will have a little less sis-boom-bah too.
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(Carol…all my love and good wishes go with you dear friend!)

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