i don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
i just found out from theresa that joyce's husband josh died last week after recently being diagnosed with lung cancer. i am completely horrified -- i actually just can't imagine how i'd feel if i were her.
joyce was my best friend throughout high school, & i mean best, best friend. we graduated in 1996 & i still miss her. i never thought that we would ever not be friends, but obviously i didn't really understand the concept of growing apart back when i was seventeen.
i always have had a best friend -- my whole life, there has been that one girl who knew all my stories, spoke my language, talked me down from my crazy, hooked me on her interests, & made me a better person. joyce wasn't the first, & she wasn't the last, but i miss her friendship just like i miss caroline's or anna's, b/c without that other half, a big part of who i am remains unexpressed, or maybe even inexpressible.
joyce & josh were married four years ago almost exactly, but i remember when she first met him at princeton. i remember her talking to me on the phone about this older grad student she sat next to at a lecture, & i remember being highly suspicious of his motives -- she was maybe nineteen or twenty at the time, & what did i know about age differences anyway? they were together a long time, eleven or twelve years, & i think the fact that this happened is bullshit & sucky & if i could take away the shittiness of her last couple of months, god, i'd do it for her in a heartbeat. i don't think we've even talked since her wedding -- i felt awkward, & it was clear we had little in common at that point -- but after how much i loved her & what we were to each other, damn fucking straight i would siphon this shit away from her in a hot second.
in this picture was taken when we were in tenth grade -- joyce was a month away from turning sixteen, & i was a few months shy of fifteen myself. our friend mira (in the bottom righthand corner) was turning sixteen; this was her birthday party. i think this is probably my favorite picture ever of me & joyce, b/c it is so us & so perfect, & whenever i think of her, i think of this picture & every other moment like it.
i don't need a weatherman to know which way the wind blows.
i just found out from theresa that joyce's husband josh died last week after recently being diagnosed with lung cancer. i am completely horrified -- i actually just can't imagine how i'd feel if i were her.
joyce was my best friend throughout high school, & i mean best, best friend. we graduated in 1996 & i still miss her. i never thought that we would ever not be friends, but obviously i didn't really understand the concept of growing apart back when i was seventeen.
i always have had a best friend -- my whole life, there has been that one girl who knew all my stories, spoke my language, talked me down from my crazy, hooked me on her interests, & made me a better person. joyce wasn't the first, & she wasn't the last, but i miss her friendship just like i miss caroline's or anna's, b/c without that other half, a big part of who i am remains unexpressed, or maybe even inexpressible.
joyce & josh were married four years ago almost exactly, but i remember when she first met him at princeton. i remember her talking to me on the phone about this older grad student she sat next to at a lecture, & i remember being highly suspicious of his motives -- she was maybe nineteen or twenty at the time, & what did i know about age differences anyway? they were together a long time, eleven or twelve years, & i think the fact that this happened is bullshit & sucky & if i could take away the shittiness of her last couple of months, god, i'd do it for her in a heartbeat. i don't think we've even talked since her wedding -- i felt awkward, & it was clear we had little in common at that point -- but after how much i loved her & what we were to each other, damn fucking straight i would siphon this shit away from her in a hot second.
in this picture was taken when we were in tenth grade -- joyce was a month away from turning sixteen, & i was a few months shy of fifteen myself. our friend mira (in the bottom righthand corner) was turning sixteen; this was her birthday party. i think this is probably my favorite picture ever of me & joyce, b/c it is so us & so perfect, & whenever i think of her, i think of this picture & every other moment like it.