Peanut, Sadie and Abby are best friends. When our dogs became friends it led us to become friends. Pretty soon, the three of us were like sisters. We had to walk our dogs daily, me as much as 4xs a day. We were: Vicky, Amy 'n Chuck, and me. When I first moved here, I didn't know anyone except my sister and parents. I didn't know anyone in the Apartment complex. It was just my daughter and me.My daughter found friends from school, and I found Gator. Gator was a 'biker chick'. I enjoyed talking to her about Motorcycles. She became my best friend. When she'd see me outside, she'd rush right over and we'd talk. I enjoyed sitting outside on the lawn and watching the cars and trees, but when Gator was around, I'd just listen to her. She had a speech impairment and talked very fast. If you were quiet, you could understand her. I tried to slow her down a few times, and she felt bad that I couldn't understand her.
March 26, 2008: Our last conversation was she had come down to see me on Wednesday, (I don't want to remember the date), we watched a movie every Wednesday together, she showed me bruises on her legs she said were from her boyfriend. I told her to stay away from him, but she said she had no one else. No one seen Gator the next few days, and on Friday her boyfriend came here to talk to her and got the office to open her door. They found Gator. They said she had died that Wednesday night. I remember hearing a knock on the door, sounded like from a cane, which she used and I peeked out the peep hole and saw no one. Vicky said she heard the same knock. I knew that Vicky knew Gator, I didn't know that Amy did. I soon found out that Gator had both Vicky and Amy. I'm glad. Gator was very special to us. She was cremated. She had told me that she legally changed her name from Sandy Schutte to Gator Schutte, because her dad always called her Gator. Amy 'n Chuck helped Vicky move to Harris, MN in August, 2009. After Vicky was moved, we didn't hear from her again. We've been worried about her. Her depression was very strong when she lived here. So strong that she cut herself off from us; we'd go to her apartment to get her to walk with us and she wouldn't answer her door. Or she'd have Amy take Abby out. She told me that she was depressed because she didn't have a house. I didn't believe that. A person can get saddened because they aren't in a house, but Depression is a disease, not just sadness. For me, it happens even when I should be happy about something, I'm still feeling sad inside where it matters. So she bought a house and left. I've been concerned about her ever since because she cut off her ties with us. I sent her a Christmas card to cheer her up and used the one she and Amy bought for me. But I haven't heard anything. Vicky almost died from shutting herself off from the world. Her kidneys had shut down and she couldn't move. When Amy came to me and ask my opinion I said to call 9-1-1. Emergency was eventually called and she died on their table 3 times before becoming stable. It was a long week without Vicky. She was in intensive care in Mankato. We called Vicky's sisters so they could go see her, and thats when the decision came to move closer to them. I hope all is well with her.
Chuck died in September, 2009. That was horrible! I feel so bad for Amy; I try to be the best-est friend I can be and help when I am able; she helps me too, especially when I am depressed, we've been through a lot together. When Vicky left we bonded with a stronger friendship. It's just us two left and I'm not going anywhere, my family is here.
I guess this blog is a little sad, but it shows why I am sad. I have lost a good number of friends. The smart knowledge is: these people would have moved or died whether I knew them or not. My heart is happy that I knew them, in the little time we had together.
