The summer between 7 Th grade and 8 Th grade, I went to visit my older sister and her husband who was stationed at Fort Amador, Canal Zone. I flew from Chicago to Miami then to Panama, alone somewhat scared and very awe stuck. After the summer was over I asked my parents if I could stay in Panama and attend Curundu Jr. High School for my 8Th grade year. I'm not sure if it was the place or the time but I made friends that year that have impacted me for the rest of my life. My best friend name was Kathi Gersley, she was a giggly, short, skinny, blond with braces and a smile that remains in my memories even today. Throughout that short year we shared our secrets, fears, dreams and joys most likely the same as most 14 year old girls do. When it was time to return state side Kathi was scheduled to leave first. We met in the hotel lobby where her parents were staying the last few days before school finished. I remember we hugged and cried and we promised each other to stay in touch.
Within the next few days she was on her way to Tennessee and a few weeks later, I went back to Illinois. We manage in an age before cell phone and email to stay connected the 4 years though high school. The summer after high school, Kathi married and I went away to college. After my first year of nursing school was completed I too married. Inevitable, we lost track of each other. Many times over the years I thought about my friend and wondered what had happened to her.
Last Month, Tom and I started to clean our garage out. In the far corner was a box labeled year book, papers, junk. Tom pulled down the box and Kasandra and I started to go through it. It had my year books from High School, baby books for Chris and Kasandra and a old scrapbook from my first marriage that contained pages of cards, photos, and journaling of a young bride first few married months. I started to throw it away when Kasandra noticed several old wedding invitations from friends that I had grown up with in the very back of the book. In that box, in a long forgotten wedding scrapbook, in the back of my garage, all this time was the wedding announcement for Kathi Gersley. The key that I needed to find Kathi after all these years, because it had her married name and her parents name too.
It took 2 days of searching on the WWW to find her father's phone number. 5 minutes of explaining who I was, and why I wanted to talk to his daughter to get him to give me Kathi's cell number. 5 seconds for me to call and leave a message, hoping that she would remembered me as much as I remembered her. 1 hour for her to call me back and tell me she was at work and would call me when she got off. Not only did she remember me but she remember stories of what we did that year much clearer than I had.
And you know what???? She sounded just the same as she had almost 40 years ago.
Kathi and her husband Ric