Part 1:  After 2 years of losing contact with my best friend when she moved from California to New York, I kept calling the same number and never got a response. I finally wrote on a piece of paper on my desk, “Where is Mary?”   Then I put my hands up to the ceiling of my art studio and said out loud, “If Mary gets the message that I’m trying to reach her, I’ll believe in God.” The phone rang an hour later and it was Mary and all I could say was “Oh my God, oh my God!”

Part 2:  Same best friend and this time I was feeling stressed about seeing her.  I was not wanting to.   I was visiting New York for the weekend to attend a Graphic Artist’s Guild convention.  I said to my husband Fred, “I don’t want to call Mary, it was very stressful last time and I’d just like to go to the convention and fly home.”  ”Fine”, he said as we entered a taxi.  We told the cabby to go to SoHo to a special shop Mary had showed us when we were visiting a few years before.  No sooner had I gotten out of the cab when I heard Mary’s voice calling out to me, “You were in New York and you weren’t going to call me!”

What were the chances, percentages, or probability that we could be in the most over populated city in the world and bump into each other that way and that day?!

Part 3:  Mary died of anorexria and complications from pneumonia.  A year went by and I was sitting in my living room realizing it was Mary’s birthday.  I spoke out into the empty room “Mary, I almost forgot to wish you a happy birthday…So Happy Birthday!   If you can move something to let me know you heard me, move something.”

Just then, at that exact moment, a horrible crash sounded from the back of the house…I rushed into the bathroom where a huge sea shell filled with soaps had fallen into the bathtub.  It had been there for years and had never moved nor been moved.  I looked all around for my cat, but he was upstairs.

Mary and I had, and probably still have, a very special relationship.

Stephanie–Maui, Hawaii

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