gone Around Town, posted by me, a resident of the South of Midtown neighborhood, on Jul 6, 2007 at 12:29 am
My friend died a few hours ago. We grew up in Palo Alto and went to school together--stayed friends ever since.
I'll miss her company, our talks, getting recipes from her, and all the fun we had. I'll miss the way she annoyingly drove exactly 25 mph down Middlefield and talked too loud at the movies. I'll miss how she was proud of me and thought I was pretty. I miss her.
Posted by natasha, a resident of the Meadow Park neighborhood, on Jul 6, 2007 at 6:11 am
I'm so sorry for your loss. I too recently lost someone precious, my godfather, the only person in the world who consistently looked at me like I was radiantly beautiful nd perfect no matter what I did. I miss his laugh. I am sorry you lost your friend. I hope soon the memories will make you laugh instead of cry.
Posted by mom, a resident of Another Palo Alto neighborhood, on Jul 6, 2007 at 8:52 am
I am so sorry for your loss. It sounds as though you were a good friend to her. If you went to movies and rode in her car and shared recipes, then you ARE pretty. The wonderful thing about a good friend is that they see you through their eyes, not through the filters of the world. I hope you find peace in remembering your good friend and the good times.
Posted by Friend, a resident of Another Palo Alto neighborhood, on Jul 6, 2007 at 3:49 pm
You are indeed truly lucky to have had such a friendship. There are many who are deeply lonely and would love to experience such friendship.
The depth of your friendship is shown in your post. Your grief, though deep, will pass. However, the memories of this special friendship will stay with you forever and continue to make you the special friend you appear to be. I hope you find more friendships in the future and teach others what friendship means.
Not only did you have such a wonderful friend, your friend also had one. God Bless you.
Posted by Dan O'Connell, a resident of the Midtown neighborhood, on Jul 21, 2007 at 12:10 pm
I'm writing this from the High Desert of North Central New Mexico, where I retired in 1992. I, too, miss Alice--even though she was one of my five daughters. It's hard to believe she's gone, for she was always so full of life.
My dear wife (of 57 years) Juanita died last August. All too many deaths. It's a good thing I believe in Reincarnation!
Affectionately, Dan (Alice's father), glad to have raised most of my family in Palo Alto!