My mom and I used to do a mother/daughter bonding activity when I was a kid affiliated with the local YMCA called 'Indian Maidens'. We were in troops, with other mother/daughters, had camping trips, activities, weekly meetings, and bonding sessions. It was when I was around 6-9 years old.
I met a girl there named J. Eventually, she would be in my 3rd grade class, and we'd part ways during middle school, as my town had 2, and she lived closer to the other place.
J's mom was awesome. She was mischevious, would toilet paper cabins during our camping trips, and just bring about some silliness to everything.
Tragically, during my 7th grade year, I read in the papers that J had been struck by a drunk driver while on the crosswalk walking to school. She wasn't killed, but was incapacitated for the rest of her life, unable to walk, talk, and had to be taken care of 24/7.
20 years have gone by from that tragic day. Just a few weeks ago, J's mom came over looking for my mom to have a mothers 'reunion of sorts'. They met up with 6 other moms, discussed life, and laughed about the past....
J lives at home with a caretaker, and is still the same.
In the 20 years, where my life has been a roller coaster, her life has been stagnant.
I haven't seen her in decades, and will likely drop by sometime soon.
It's going to be hard for me, and harder for me to see her mom.
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