Being a military wife....we have lots of those. Long, lost friends. Last night, a friend of Bobby's from the 'hood called. Not Ft. Hood. The old neighborhood, pre-army life. He was checking in. We hadn't heard from him in a few months. That is normal. He has a life, children, and a wife. He lives in Oklahoma and works at an airport. His life is good. He is one of our good friends. Before I married Bobby, his family cat had kittens. I got one of them and still have him today. Smokey is his name and he's 14 years old this year.
Well, Jeff (that's Bobby's friend's name) went on to tell us that another long, lost friend has made contact. Karl. Bobby's best friend. Bobby's best man. We don't know how it happened but we lost touch. Last we heard, he was living in Texarkana, AR (not the Texas side)...he divorced his wife and his 2 girls were living with him...then he later got remarried (who we haven't met yet). Then from that point....he vanished. We called all we knew but couldn't find him. He even stopped calling Jeff and Jeff didn't know how to find him either. Long story. Well, he finally called Jeff. He didn't know how to reach us because we moved to Texas and the last time we spoke to him we were living in Tennessee. So, Bobby called him. Karl. Jeff gave us the contact number. Let's just say a lot of reminiscing and conversation went on. I went to bed after watching LOST and Bobby was still on the phone. I have no clue how long they talked. But Bobby is giddy happy. He has his best friend back. Old times are here again. Life is good. Friends aren't lost anymore.......................
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