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At the going down of the sun and in the morning
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At the going down of the sun and in the morning When I was about thirteen or so, a couple of years before I met Lizzy, I fell in love for the first time. I may have had girlfriends before, I'm not really sure of the timing, but love was new to me. I think I had almost forgotten about this, and I was reminded yesterday when I heard about the death of Shirley Temple. I have absolutely no idea why. She was a laughing, witty, kindly girl, we'll call her Claire. We met and became friends at the local Church youth group, and the memory I have of her now, she seems young, but grown up, not like a . I remember she was always very positive minded too, and always saw the good in people. She had had a catholic upbringing I think, and retained a strong faith despite growing up and questioning the church, as we probably all did as we formed our own ideas. I used to write to her from school, and one time I told her I had feelings for her, but she – very gently - crushed me by saying she just wanted to be friends. Looking back, I was far too young for her: I am sure she was interested in boys years older than me. I may have been hurt, but that memory has faded too and I guess there were too many exciting things going on in my young life for me to stay crushed for long. But I didn't forget Claire, and although we didn't see each other that often our friendship remained in the background of my life, occasional maybe, but deeper rather than diminished. We should now fast forward a few years, through my relationship with Lizzy and the end of my school career to a time sometime around my twentieth birthday. I was away from home most of the time at college, as was Claire, but my mother was friends with hers, and usually kept me up to date. We used to laugh when we did meet up, as we quickly discovered we had no news for each other – our mothers having already told us what we had each been doing. Until one day I heard some less welcome news. Claire was in hospital, diagnosed with some kind of leukaemia. I think that's what it was.......again, I don't remember that well. She was going to be okay though: bone marrow transplants and whatever, and a long slow fight. It had messed up her chances of graduating but she'd get through it. I went to see her and she was tired obviously, but upbeat. As was always her way. I never saw her again. She died a few months later. Apparently she had been well on the mend and back at home, and then had a massive relapse. I remember her mother looked like all the life had been drained out of her too. I'm not sure if she ever really got over it. So yesterday I heard about Shirley Temple. Why it made me think of Caire, I don't know, but I'm glad I remembered her, because I hadn't thought about her at all for a very long time. She was a special person, but one who did not grow old. One whom no one can ever remember except for as she was as a girl, or as a young woman who became ill. But her positive attitude towards everything, and the way she accepted her illness and just got on with the job of getting better inspired me in a way that I'm not sure I really noticed at the time, but which has stayed with me through all the rest of my life. Almost like having some kind of guardian angel. |
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You are quick off the mark with your comments tonight! You must be waiting for someone..... Yes, she did make a mark, probably on lots of other people as well as me. But now I think about it again it is very sad. I can't help thinking she would have done something very important if she'd had a bit more time for dashing.
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i am so glad you shared her story. i have a friend going thru the same and she is so wonderful... it just breaks my heart the pain she is in. Thank you for keeping 'Claire' alive in your heart. Respond to every call that excites Your Spirit ~Rumi  ..
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I like the title of this one. What a bittersweet memory... Elevate me... 
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That's a sweet memory Dreamer...makes me think of a college friend (male) that died way too young. They never leave us if they've touched our hearts. I may not think about him as often as I once did, but my memories always bring a smile to my face and a lightness to my core. 
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i am so glad you shared her story. i have a friend going thru the same and she is so wonderful... it just breaks my heart the pain she is in. Thank you for keeping 'Claire' alive in your heart.
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I like the title of this one. What a bittersweet memory...
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That's a sweet memory Dreamer...makes me think of a college friend (male) that died way too young. They never leave us if they've touched our hearts. I may not think about him as often as I once did, but my memories always bring a smile to my face and a lightness to my core.
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Thanks Hip. I sometimes like to go for one of those slightly obscure references that not everyone will get. Maybe I caught that idea from you. Elevate me...
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Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.
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how sad and sweet all at the same time, I'm sure claire was happy you rmembered her Good girls go to heaven,....Bad girls go EVERYWHERE! I love to travel  Come visit my blog tigger678902
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how sad and sweet all at the same time, I'm sure claire was happy you rmembered her
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Yes, other troubles are less important really.
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