Losing A Friend

It’s happening again.   Someone I love has packed their bags.  You’d think since my hearing loss I’d be used to it by now, but the truth is, it still hurts like hell.

One feels as if you’re worth ten cents a pound discarded like an old shoe, after waiting for it to finally drop, seeing its coming.

First communication lessens so it’s harder to make plans.

Busy Busy Busy…is the chronic excuse, just with other people they’d prefer to be with than you.  You immediately know it’s due to your altered state of having to ask to have things repeated and, could we go to a quieter place?  You’ve just become too much trouble and not enough fun anymore.  And on occasion speak loudly, though unintentionally and always severely apologetic, still an embarrassment across the board.

The tears I’ve shed may become legendary because I really love this person whose own faults have never remotely deterred me.

But on a brighter note, someone who’s been absent unexpectedly showed up with flowers in a limo no less, like a knight in leather pants and an Electric Lady T-shirt, to whisk Helen Keller away for the weekend for a belated birthday celebration.

In my nightgown, it being midnight the hour Sir Lancelot travels, thought for a second before saying her usual no, packing her vintage overnight bag flying down the stairs not waiting for the elevator.  Montauk here we come, where we spent the nicest two days at a private house, on the beach where I read, drank Old Granddad Sours, my knight’s specialty, while he cooked wild salmon and fresh corn on the grill.

We were all alone except for a discreet woman who came while we slept to replenish our needs. Think room service on the ocean. They say, when God shuts a door he opens a window. Well this time, he blew the roof off the place.

I kept crying I was so happy.

The simplicity of it soothed my deepest feelings especially when he sang, Oh Susanna, to me on his guitar, and said, I was still the prettiest, funniest, sweetest thin girl he knows, which could have been whisky induced, but we’ll take it anyway, even on the rocks.

I came home rested and restored, my sadness put aside, sitting down to pen this essay.

SB

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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31 Responses to Losing A Friend

  1. Elle Knowles says:

    Good things come to those who wait…So glad those sad tears were traded in for happy ones! 😉 ~Elle

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  2. badijoan@aol.com says:

    FABULOUS! SO WONDERFUL TO HEAR SUCH A BIT OF CHEERFUL HAPPY NEWS!!

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  3. skinnyuz2b says:

    What a wonderful surprise, with perfect timing.
    Susannah, it’s so disappointing when a ‘friend’ bails, but think of the new ones who have come aboard, like Mimi.

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  4. Your friend sounds like one of the people who just know when the right time is to swoop in and make you feel better. Not sure why someone dumps friends because they have a disability. We have a morbidly obese (seriously) friend who we see often. He’s work because he can’t walk well. There are things that we don’t do with him (anything that requires walking) and will talk frankly about that. However, we go to plays with he and his wife and do dinner dates frequently. My husband did a baseball game with him once and said never again. The walk to and from the handicapped parking was more than he could do and it took over an hour. He doesn’t use a wheelchair, walker or cane. He just prefers to limit his walking. I wish he would lose weight but that’s for his health rather than my convenience. BTW my brother has had hearing issues for the last 30 years. It’s a family joke (yes we can be cruel) that he answers the wrong question. He is included in everything and I wouldn’t think of avoiding him because he can’t hear me. For many years he felt like he was missing out on everything. He has adjusted and doesn’t do some things because of it (noisy restaurants, plays, movie theatres) but still enjoys a lot of activities. My sister-in-law swears he uses it to get out of stuff! Can’t wait to hear more about Max.

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  5. I’m so happy for you for the latter experience, although grieved with you for the former.
    We have a Montauk near here, a historic house named for the place on Long Island. Probably not as beautiful as there, though, since there’s not ocean within a thousand miles of here.

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  6. micklively says:

    So pleased you found succor. Hope he comes back soon.

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  7. Michael Feddersen says:

    To many more getaways Susannah….

    Mike

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  8. This experience is right off of a movie screen and I couldn’t be happier that it happened to YOU!
    As for the friendships, I was just having this same conversation with my sister last night, both of us experiencing that blow you describe.

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  9. a belated happy birthday to you… so very sorry for your friends walking away… that hurts. being married to a man who does not hear well, I cannot see what the problem is. Yes, he talks very loud at times, but, I find, so do I.. Our daughter calls us the noisy grandparents… quiet places are so much nicer to enjoy the drink, the company and the moment. So glad you got whisked away, sorry it’s taken me so long to get to this post. ❤

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