Friday, August 27, 2021

The Dear Friend (for Teresa Montaño in Memorium)

 


It was a so-so day at work, a familiar place and a


few new faces. Things maintained pretty much


the same.



The second shift was about to begin. He was in the


last few hours of his work. He looked forward to


seeing his friend enter the store with her smiling


eyes and warm greeting.



It was the little things in life which gave him a lift


each day, and his friend certainly did that for him.



There was no hanky-panky going on between them.

He was twenty-some years older than she and more


like a daughter to him. She was gifted with the beauty


of youth and a sincere and bubbly personality,


appealing to everone she reached.



He was into photography on the side, and one day


when things were a bit slow at work, he asked her


if he could take her picture. And several years latter


he was glad he did.



As time passed and the inevitability of life’s changes


came into play, both got new jobs and went their


separate ways. They kept in touch by phone and


the internet now and again. His friend had married


a former fellow employee, but for reasons unbe-


knownst to him things didn’t work out for them.



Such a shame, she deserved better, but such was


life in these rapidly changing times. And he and


his eccentric experiences knew a hell of a lot


about spontaneous and unforeseen yet inevitable


changes.



Through mutual acquaintances, he got word that


she had come upon hard times, had lost her job,


had become homeless and was living on the street


with some other man.



Her difficulties didn’t end there. She had con-


tracted a rare flesh-eating biological disease


which required several major operations.


The last he had heard from her, she was in


need of money to pay for procedures and


care. He contributed what he could afford


through one of those go-fund-me sites on


the internet. Last he heard, her condition


had improved some. And then he got word


that things had taken a turn for the worse,


and that she had passed away. He was heart-


broken.



Such a beautiful soul taken away prematurely


at such an early age. And he never had the


chance to see her again and give her his loving


concern . Goddamn it! the uncertain cruelty of


life sometimes.



Now he in his mid-seventies and infirm


himself often thinks of his beautiful friend.


Her life cut short and never to have a family


and children of her own. Never to have the


blessed experience of being known lovingly


by little children as, “Nana.”



Gladly he would have given her ten years


of his own life for her to have lived those


glory years in life. She was so deserving


of that.



He held that precious picture of her


he had taken so many years earlier.


He remembered anticipating the


start of second shift at work, her


entering the store, and those beautiful


smiling eyes.



He never expected to see the day.


Life is all too often that way



                          -30-



Chris Hanch 8-27-2021









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