Talking To The Dead

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Talking To The Dead

By Kaycee Nilson
Apr. 6, 2006

For the past 21 years, I thought my best friend in High School was dead. So you can imagine my surprise when on Saturday night (April 1, 2006) when I got an IM from her. Then on Sunday, I was on the phone to her. We both broke out in tears when we heard each other for the first time in 21 years.

Angela was such a part of my life that when one of us got picked on, we were both picked on. We were both considered geeks. To this day we both consider ourselves geeks even though I write and she’s a plus sized model. She has modeled for Versace.

She sent me a recent picture of herself and she has not changed one bit since school and her family moved to Houston when we were in the 11th grade. I had heard through the grapevine that she died of a drug overdose in Houston and then my sorrow hit.

When a mutual friend told me that he had her on IM and she contacted me, tears flowed freely. We sat up until 3 am talking and catching up. It was scary how our lives have paralleled each other’s. We married and had children then divorced only to find the great loves of our lives. She married a Jersey Italian and I’m engaged to a Wisconsin Cheese head. She is going to try to come see me this summer if we don’t go to our 20th High School reunion. But she’s going to be in the wedding and cried on the phone when I asked her to stand with me.

Imagine the shock of knowing that your best friend is not dead, but alive and well in New Jersey. After hearing that I had permanent nerve damage on the same day that I re-found my best friend made me less sad and happier than anything else.

Her children are almost identical to my kids. Every thing we had both been through after high school was so alike that it was scary. But now it’s like the 21 years never happened and our friendship is more like having a sister than a friend. I never thought I would ever hear from her again and out of the blue she enters my life once more.

We both vowed to never let the other go again. Our new men might not understand the deep bond we shared and still share to this day. She keeps saying that she can’t believe I am still who I was and I keep saying I am happy that she’s not dead.

In fact, that is our running joke now, me talking to a corpse that isn’t a vampire nor a zombie. We both get a big kick out of that one! She’s proud of what I have become now and I am proud of her being a model.

Nothing can keep up apart now that we have found each other again.

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About the author: Kaycee Nilson has completed her first novel, "Night Falls on Chicago." The first two chapters can be viewed at http://www.KayceeNilson.com.

Besides writing columns for Useless-Knowledge and Speedway Media, Kaycee is currently working on two more novels, "From the Mind of a Vampire", and "I'll Love You Til You Die."

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Email: Kaycee@kayceenilson.com

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