My B-side

Esther Lives!

[yesterday] The Mount Vernon Democrap, excuse me, Democrat is graced with such skillful writing it would be hardly a surprise to anyone who has ever read it that I would gladly stop my library searching to become familiar with the May 4, issue. I lazily leafed through each page, finding nothing to suit my interests. Then I hit the obits. I’m hardly a morbid person, I do not delight in death and I wasn’t particularly looking for despair either. But a face struck me, one that I could identify, heaven forbid. It was Esther, my friend in the nursing home whom I visited every Sunday back in the eleventh grade. My heart broke. I felt immense guilt for not stopping over more often. I read the rest of her obituary to suppress my grief. Her real name was Clara! Clara Esther. She never told me that, but all the rest I knew but was quite upset that her love for the Rock (WWF wrestler) had been left unmentioned. I called Diane immediately; she as well had become great friends with Esther. That night we spoke of Esther and all her greatness. Di confessed to a written poem she had blogged a few hours earlier. Sad day. This evening Diane worked at IGA. Pearl, a nurse at the home had come through Diane’s line. The two recognized each other immediately. Diane extended condolences to Pearl in regard to Esther’s death. Pearl looked more befuddled than a Pimp-My-Ride winner. Finally, she vocalized her confusion asking Diane what on earth she meant. Diane explained what I had found in the obituaries a day earlier. Pearl like to died (no pun intended). She laughed and verified that Esther was in fact still very much ALIVE; she had just talked to her today. My bad… Ya know a lot of elderly women look identical; I think Esther and Clara were probably twins separated at birth. Or maybe it’s just that I’m a fetchin bat and can’t see anything unless its 2 centimeters from face. Oh well, I’m looking forward to visiting Esther REAL soon.

posted by Melissa at 23:07