I have strep throat. And it sucks. You have no idea how much energy your kids have or how loud they are until you don’t feel good and just want to lay still on a couch willing the antibiotics to work faster, much, much faster.
The last time I had strep I was a senior in college. One of my roommates and I drove ourselves to student health, both miserable, and left with two sets of antibiotics. Our third roommate headed for the hills (aka, her boyfriend’s apartment) to avoid the germs. Lara and I took up positions on the couches under layers of blankets. There was lots of oatmeal, tea and Lifetime movies. We complained and laughed and in a few days finally felt well enough to disinfect the apartment so our third could come back home.
What was on the surface a no fun couple of days, now is one of my fondest memories of Lara. It was a few days where it was just the two of us. We talked about anything and everything. We commiserated over the pain of swallowing. We had nowhere to go and nothing to do.
Lara passed away seven years ago in a car accident.
So although I am once again prone on the sofa, about to see what crappy TV I can find as I snuggle under a different pile of blankets, I am thinking of Lara and all the silly, wonderful things I miss about her. The butter and sugar she loaded into her oatmeal. The episodes of “Walker, Texas Ranger” she could watch over and over. Her brilliant smile.
It sucks being sick. It sucks that my friend is gone. But thinking about her right now actually makes me feel a little bit better.
Today, Lara, I am thankful for you. I miss you.