I would like to dedicate this journal to a good friend of mine who sadly passed away on Thursday.
Her name was Emily. I do not remember how she got that name, but it suited her. She was a friend of my mother and grandmothers first of all. It seems an odd way to make a friendship, but she was young and had the kind of flighty spirit that appealed to me. She had a fondness for grey fabric, which I didn't, but I forgave her because she had the most fabulous purpley-grey overcoat, it was all shimmery.
By coincidence, Emily moved to Chester around the same time I did and she became a confidante when I was lonely and sad, torn away from familiar surroundings. She got on OK however and stayed as placid as usual while I grew dull and grey with boredom. And when I moved back to Stoke, happy to be reunited with friends and old haunts, by another strange coincidence she wasn't far behind. In The Potteries she flourished, running faster than ever.
Emily belonged in a road movie, she was the kind of girl you could travel miles and miles, hours and hours away with and you wouldn't get bored. We would go away on little adventures together. On a whim I would decide to go to the city or to the countryside and her eyes would light up, and five minutes later we would speed away laughing. She was always ready for fun and had the same light-hearted joy in new and colourful things. She had the same love for rock music, purple octopi and pasty crumbs as I and at Christmas time she became resplendent in all the trappings of festive cheer, tinsel, baubles, the works. She was a girl sublime.
During her lifetime she was relatively healthy, liked a drink as much as the next girl, but was sensible enough about it not to become a guzzler. She was a bit poorly in March and her friends and admirers were a little concerned, but like the fighter she was, she pulled through.
But on Thursday it was a different story.
Emily went to Stafford Tesco like she often did, because she liked the drinks that were sold there. She was just turning to head towards the entrance when she was involved in a horrific road accident.
I remember little about the day (I try to blot it out of my mind, it was so terribly sad), but I remember going to identify her body in a place a short walk from the accident scene. She was such a mess, her head was all smashed in and the impact of the car had bent her beautiful features to the right. My mother went with me to give me strength but it was too much. I took one look at her and wept, wept for my friend who would never again accompany me on a mini-adventure, never again breeze through the summer days without a care in her pretty head.
On Thursday, when the time approaches 5.55pm, please take a little time to remember a special friend of mine who helped me in more ways than she will ever know. She was such a selfless being and everyone deserves a friend like her.
Rest in peace Emily Golf GTI , I hope you are having fun up there, driving along the M6 in the sky with rock music blaring.
Your ever-loving driver
Methadone Pretty
Her name was Emily. I do not remember how she got that name, but it suited her. She was a friend of my mother and grandmothers first of all. It seems an odd way to make a friendship, but she was young and had the kind of flighty spirit that appealed to me. She had a fondness for grey fabric, which I didn't, but I forgave her because she had the most fabulous purpley-grey overcoat, it was all shimmery.
By coincidence, Emily moved to Chester around the same time I did and she became a confidante when I was lonely and sad, torn away from familiar surroundings. She got on OK however and stayed as placid as usual while I grew dull and grey with boredom. And when I moved back to Stoke, happy to be reunited with friends and old haunts, by another strange coincidence she wasn't far behind. In The Potteries she flourished, running faster than ever.
Emily belonged in a road movie, she was the kind of girl you could travel miles and miles, hours and hours away with and you wouldn't get bored. We would go away on little adventures together. On a whim I would decide to go to the city or to the countryside and her eyes would light up, and five minutes later we would speed away laughing. She was always ready for fun and had the same light-hearted joy in new and colourful things. She had the same love for rock music, purple octopi and pasty crumbs as I and at Christmas time she became resplendent in all the trappings of festive cheer, tinsel, baubles, the works. She was a girl sublime.
During her lifetime she was relatively healthy, liked a drink as much as the next girl, but was sensible enough about it not to become a guzzler. She was a bit poorly in March and her friends and admirers were a little concerned, but like the fighter she was, she pulled through.
But on Thursday it was a different story.
Emily went to Stafford Tesco like she often did, because she liked the drinks that were sold there. She was just turning to head towards the entrance when she was involved in a horrific road accident.
I remember little about the day (I try to blot it out of my mind, it was so terribly sad), but I remember going to identify her body in a place a short walk from the accident scene. She was such a mess, her head was all smashed in and the impact of the car had bent her beautiful features to the right. My mother went with me to give me strength but it was too much. I took one look at her and wept, wept for my friend who would never again accompany me on a mini-adventure, never again breeze through the summer days without a care in her pretty head.
On Thursday, when the time approaches 5.55pm, please take a little time to remember a special friend of mine who helped me in more ways than she will ever know. She was such a selfless being and everyone deserves a friend like her.
Rest in peace Emily Golf GTI , I hope you are having fun up there, driving along the M6 in the sky with rock music blaring.
Your ever-loving driver
Methadone Pretty
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codemonkeym:
I hope things are getting better for you. 
rodan:
yay, glad you have a new friend. It's important to have reliable friends like that!