I turned 22 last month. I think I wrote about my birthday parties when I was younger and how much time we'd spend planning them and how fun they were. I decided to have a 70's themed party this year, mostly because my favorite birthday was my 70s party in 5th grade. We did the whole disco thing and everyone dressed up. It really was a lot of fun. But I thought about her the entire time I planned it.
I miss her stories. I miss going to her for advice. She would have told me stories and fun facts from when she was in the 70's, and she would have taken me shopping and shown me what to wear and the kind of music they listened to. She loved telling me about the days when she was my age, and I loved listening. I remember her stories of her driving around with her friends talking on the CB radio, referring to herself by her handle, Peaches. I miss those simple moments with her, and what makes my heart ache is that those memories fade as I get older.
The next day I just kept thinking how great it would be if I could just hear her voice. If she'd call me on the phone to wish me a happy birthday and ask me how my party went and I'd tell her about everyone's costumes and I'd go home for a home-cooked meal and a homemade cake and she'd have flowers and something girly and pink for me and I'd get to hug her and hear her laugh and see her smile and everything would be normal again. But, this isn't reality. And five years later I still haven't come to terms with it.
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