Best Friends

I was seven years old when my sister left and never returned, I had a best friend name willy he lived up the road from me. He was really my cousin but bests friends. We where the same age and loved the same things. I was going through some things but willy did not like it when I was sad. we did everything together. Willy had leukaemia, We knew he was sick but tryed not to let that get us down. Like I said I was a tomboy growing up and we would ride bikes, walk the creek near our house but mostly we would talk about everything. Willy would walk down to my house and we would be gone all day doing mostly nothing, I remember once he came down to get me and we went to the creek and looked for arrow heads, we thought it would be cool to dam the creek and make our own swimming hole. I remember it took us most of the day but we had a blast. He would throw hand fulls of mud at me and i would push him down in the water. My dad came looking for us and we got into truble for daming u[ the creek. We had to tare down the dam we had just built. I dont know what was more fun building it or taring it down. We did not care that we where in truble we had way to much fun that day to care about the truble we wher going to be in when we got home . I could tell him anything, and he would listen. He understood me. He cared about me. The way I felt about things. He was very sick and I was the only one that treated him like a kid not a kid who was dieing .



Willy was a small thing with a balled head. He could not ware a lot of clothes they bothered his skin so usually you saw him in his underwear and big rain boots. His family lived on a dairy farm and they had cows to be milked ever day you know those big rubber boots they would where in the barn? Well that was what he wore. I would get into so may fights over him. Kids making fun of him because of the way he would dress and the way he would look. Some times willy would not feel like going outside so I would go up to his house and hang out. I remember one time close to Christmas we where watching tv and all the new toys where being shown on tv Willy would say Oh mom I want that one for Christmas or that one and his mom would say ok willy you can have that one we will get that for you. He would look at me and say I wish they would not give me everything i wanted or at least not tell me. He wanted it to be a surprise. I would tell him that they just wanted him to be happy and not feel so bad they did not mean anything by it. He knew but he just wanted to be a normal kid. One day Willy's brother and sister came down to our house with out willy. I remember this day so well in my mind even not to this day. We where in our living room listing to the radio. I wanted willy to be there but they said that he had been sick and could not come down. We where listing to the music and talking when I heard a scream. I looked at my mom and she turned up the music as to drown out the scream. I dont know if anyone else had heard it no one did or said anything they just keep on talking and listing to the radio. It was late when we got to bed and I was tired. I remember falling right to sleepwhen my head hit the pillow. The next morning I Woke up with my mother sitting on my bed. I looked up at her and said hes gone isnt he? Yes she said he is gone Judy. No I shouted your lieing he is just at home not feeling good. Mom grabed me and said Judy he Is gone he died last night. What i can remember what I was told that Willy had died at home and the scream I heard was my aunt. I knew it I knew It. I could not believe it my best friend was no longer there. He would never come down the hill to get me to seek out our new adventure. I was alone and did not know what to do. We went and said our goodbyes. I don't remember much more about the funeral I blocked it out.

I miss him even now and I am 34 years old. Willy and I had something that I have never had since. A friend ship that lasted through everything even death. I think about him every day. Once I was in my young teens I was going through some things and was missing the talks Willy and I would have. He knew just what to say to make me feel better. I lay on my bed crying and thinking of him when i felt someone sit on the bed behind me. I rolled over and no one was there but I knew what It was.. It was willy. He is with me at all times and I know he was there with me in my room that night. He always knew when i needed him. I Love You Willy and I will see you again I know I will.