Now this is a picture of innocence.
Six very young women with the whole world at their feet. They figured they had already seen it all. This was before babies and marriage and illness and death. They just started working at “real” jobs and most of them were living on their own. Some had already met their life’s partners, some never would and yet some would meet several. Almost all had babies and one or two had to do it the hard way.
Little did these wonderful young women know that, not long after this picture was taken, most would never see the others again. The friendship that held these spirits together would dissipate into demands on their time, distance, the needs of others and some of them their very souls.
Never again will these young women experience the unique friendships as only young woman can because of sharing their lives since the beginning of Junior High School. They had their first drinks together, shopped, talked, dated boys, cried over broken hearts and sad songs. They tried cigarettes and pot. Not all did but those that didn’t would always keep the others company. They went places that would have been beyond their reach if they didn’t have each other. Parties and socials, dating and family angst. Their strength and weaknesses were just peeking around the corner.
The real ugliness and beauty that would be their lives had barely begun.
A lot of living in that picture.
The ferocity of the love they felt for each other would evolve; it may not include the women in this picture but this love was a springboard, a foundation of the love they would share with their future families and mature friends.
Where are they now?
I’m the one in the middle.
My heart aches.