Right now I'm feeling the need to share some memories I have of a friend gone too soon. I can't claim that we were ever close friends, but I think it's safe to say that we liked each other. If I'm not mistaken (and it's entirely possible that I am since this was over 30 years ago), I met her in preschool.
She was different. I LIKE different. It was impossible not to notice her with her beautiful bright red hair. We played together as kids. I remember going to her house once. That was the first and only time I remember seeing the CareBears cartoon. I know she came to my house at least once. I distinctly remember us standing outside and her showing me that she could flip her ear cartilage. Neat.
Once we got to high school we shared the same homeroom every year in addition to having band together - on top of any other classes we may have had. I remember one year she had these slide sandals and she wore them all the time. The thing is she had long toes and kept them scrunched up. I always wondered if she naturally held her toes that way or if she just really didn't want to stop wearing those shoes. Beauty is pain and all that, especially in high school.
I remember her goofiness. This one time in class (don't dare judge high school Holli for this - we were all this goofy once), she turned to me and said "I'm trisexual." After I replied "Do you mean bisexual?" she said "No, I'm trisexual because I'll try anything once." I'm pretty sure that was a well - executed joke, but no judgment from me regardless. I remember at the time not being sure if she was serious so I think I said "Oh, cool" or something in response. Gotta love that high school awkwardness.
I remember her laugh. Her voice. Her manner of speaking. I remember how creamy and beautiful her skin was. I remember being a little jealous of her naturally beautiful bright red hair. I remember that she was friendly and open - minded. A little weird. Sometimes bold. This one time she came to school with her hair done in something like bantu knots. I think people were jerks about it, but I liked it and moreso the fact that she dared to be different in the first place.
We walked together at high school graduation. We were paired that way and I'm not sure why. Alphabetically I would have been next to who I sat by in homeroom. In any case it was me and Holli, and I had bright green hair at the time so we were a noticeable pair. Though we lost touch after high school we reconnected when social media became a thing. When I was diagnosed with depression and put on medication she was one of the few who reached out to me via DM to offer support. When I had an assignment in college and needed to interview kids she asked her boys questions and recorded their answers for me.
I saw her just last year at Annicon with her boys. She was using a walker due to MS. That was the first time I'd seen her in person in years. It was a bit shocking to see her like that compared to the high school memories I have of her. But she was happy to be out enjoying the day with her kids even if it didn't look easy for her. I don't know what she was like as a mother, but I imagine very kind and understanding because she was always that way.
I'm going to end this here because I want to honor the memories I have of Holli. I have no bad ones, which is not always easy to say of high school peers. I'm grateful to have known you, Holli. Rest easy, my friend.