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A Thankful Story, Continued

Read the beginning here.

It’s quite humbling to think about how we become acquainted with people who leave a mark, an imprint if you will, in our lives. I don’t think it’s happenstance or consequence that we meet others in that type of scenario, there’s definitely a bigger plan out there. There’s something that John Edward always says at the end of his shows, “Take time to communicate, appreciate and validate” loved ones in our lives, and I really think that’s important.

I had a tough time when I was in California. I won’t go into it (mainly because this is such an open forum), but needless to say, it was not something I really wish to revisit or hash out. If you’ve seen Single White Female, that’s all I’m saying. Due to these circumstances, and a few beyond my control, I lost touch with my dear Italian friend, R.N.

When I was compiling wedding invitations, I searched to find her address and found nothing in my entries under N. Hoping I had misfiled it, I searched under R too, to no avail. I could remember her mother’s name, Ana, but not her father’s. I had just affectionately named him Papino, just like R. had in my company.

Over the years, she would pop into my mind quite frequently and I would ache to just find her. After Ian was born, I tried again in vain to search for her online with no success. I never gave up hope of finally locating her, but my zealousness to continue searching (in vain) diminished. Again, when Cameron was born, I went looking for her. Anything for some glimmer of hope.

On 5th September 2007, I was sitting in the basement of my mother-in-law’s home (we went down for a visit with the boys, stopping off at Yellowstone first, for a few days) watching Ian play with cars and glancing up now-and-then to check Cameron wasn’t getting into anything he shouldn’t have been. I was sitting on a rocker, mindlessly going through my e-mails, when R. popped into my head. I nonchalantly pulled up Goggle and typed in her name. There was one complete match, but I had to check it out. I went to the website, clicked on member profiles and typed in her first name. There was seven others with the same name, good odds, I thought. I checked through the profiles, sometimes with only an age to go by. I sat and tried to remember how old she was and it was killing me that I couldn’t recall it. I knew she was younger than I, I just couldn’t remember by how much.

It had to be more than sheer luck that the website asked in the profiles which languages each member could speak fluently in. I had four names to go and clicked on the next one. And there it was: Italian, English, French and Spanish. I knew she could speak fluent Spanish because it’s her mother’s native tongue. I also knew she studied French in High School, and her sister taught her English.

I had to be sure, so I checked the final two underneath.

On a whim, and a lot of hope, I blind e-mailed her, short and sweet, nothing too revealing. (I didn’t want to shame myself in case it wasn’t her.)

Are you R.N.?

The next day, I received my response that I had been waiting on for almost 8 years. And let me tell you, eight years is a very long time.

Yes I am R.N. and you are???

I sat and quietly sobbed. I had found my friend and it was almost too difficult to believe. The years rushed away as I sat and stared at her response, knowing I had finally put an end to the mystery. I decided right there that I would never lose her again.

After I responded, she wrote back, elated as I was, and made a comment that emotively portrayed how I had felt.

HELLO!!! I am very very very happy to get your email!! I have been thinking about you a lot in all this time and was always wondering where you were. I don’t even know where to start…..too many things to ask you and to tell you… Well first of all I am too excited to get your email, it was a real shame we lost contact but I kept you in a corner of my heart the whole time!

For all the things I appreciate that 2007 has brought me, this certainly is at the top of the list. I am very grateful that I never gave up hope, but especially blessed that I can now share my life with her instantaneously in real time through Instant Messenger.

A Thankful Story

In April of 1999, I met an amazing young woman.  No, it wasn’t me.  We went through training together and became instant friends.  I make friends quite easily, but this was easier than easy, it felt natural, normal.  I felt like I had known her my whole life after just the first day of being around her.  She took her seat next to me and that was the beginning of getting to know someone I would love dearly.  She became the best friend I’ve ever had, someone I would later dub my little sister.

The first week of July, we became room mates after I moved towns to share a flat with her.  I had so much fun with her, talking into the late hours, laughing and joking, and talking cryptically about guys with her when they stood right in front of us.  She literally filled a space in my heart that I didn’t know was empty.

We would head to work to IBM together, we both worked in the call centre logging hardware fault calls for huge corporations, small businesses and end users: my desk in the UK team, and hers in the Italian team, 100 feet from me.  At home, she would teach me Italian (which I learned to almost speak fluently after just 5 months, thanks to her) and I would teach her how to speak English with a Scottish accent.  She was very convincing and was mistaken for someone from Glasgow many times.

In December of that year, I moved to California and was so sad to leave her.  She had become such an important and integral part of my life.  But that wasn’t the worst of it.  Little did I know I would be so crushed literally months later.  And just because of something I didn’t do.

to be continued…