A few years ago I read a poem by a woman who was an Army brat and summed up what a best friend is to a military brat. Essentially our best friend is part of each one of the friends we have had all rolled into one.
The featured photo above is a group of friends while living in Giessen, Germany.
Aside from having great experiences as an Army brat, leaving friends behind was difficult when having to move from place to place. When I first got on the internet in 1999, Cathy and Pam were the first two friends I looked up and found and reunited.
When looking up Cathy, it took me a while to look her up because I couldn’t remember her married name. After a while of trying to think of it, I found a very small photo of her son that she sent me years before. The photo was on the floor in a corner, hardly noticeable. On the back of the photo was his first and last name. Bingo! I had Cathy’s married name so promptly looked up her.
Although we live over one thousand miles away from each other, we have been able to visit several times, particularly since my youngest son was living about two hours away from Cathy.
To find Pam, I first contacted her sister Theresa to find out where Pam was living. It was great talking to Theresa, then calling and talking with Pam. We agreed to meet up during the upcoming summer and decided to meet somewhere half way. We decided on Nashville.
We met again nineteen years later at her hometown while we were driving back home from visiting my stepdaughter in Michigan.
Although we haven’t gotten to see each other often, my friendships with Pam and Cathy have always been special to me.
There have been other friends I’ve had from places we’ve lived during my Army Brat days, unfortunately have not been able to reconnect with all of them. Parts of each of them is what made up my best friend.
Pam, Cathy, Andrea, Wanda, Jane, Dianne, Claudette, Deanna, Rick, Tammy, and many others whose names I can’t remember.