There are occasions in our
lives that force us to stop and take measure, compelling us to
consider their effect upon our past and our future. Sometimes it’s
about the who and what we leave behind, like the moment I watched my
mother and father drive away after dropping me off at college.
Sometimes it’s about what we gain, like the moment I looked into
the eyes of my fiancĂ©e and said, “I do.” Either way we can be
deeply moved and changed at our core. In the fall of 2007, I walked
into such a moment in time.
My daughter, Julia, had a
large group of high school friends and they often ended up at our
home on weekend nights, watching movies, playing games or cooking
huge amounts of spaghetti. One night, I waded into the chaos and
caught sight of her and her long-time friend, Emily, talking and
laughing, sharing an intimate moment. It took my breath away. In an
instant, I remembered the two of them as second graders just getting
to know each other. I fast-forwarded through the dinners at each
other’s home, the sleep-overs, watching them walk in together and
stand by each other at every school assembly, laughing with teachers
as they relayed their Julia and Emily stories, smiling as I recalled
the hysterical home videos that they made and just being floored by
the beautiful young women they had become as they took pictures with
their dates before their first prom. They had always been there for
each other, helping each other grow up to find a solid footing in
life.
In
just a few months, they would be graduating, leaving their school,
their homes and each other. Thirty years removed from high school, I
was in touch with only one friend. I envisioned the girls many years
later physically and emotionally far removed from each other, those
years of companionship a very distant memory. That possibility made
me sad. I wondered what I could give them that would remind them of
their friendship and its importance in their early lives.
I had some skills as a
writer. By the time Julia became a senior in high school, I was an
award-winning script writer for documentaries, but fiction had been
my true love and there were several manuscripts around the house to
prove it. Over the next couple of months, I put together a storyline
and by the New Year, I was deep into what would become the young
adult novel, Hating Heidi Foster. When
they graduated, I delivered to each of them a double-spaced
manuscript in binders bought at the neighborhood pharmacy. A
tribute to a long and true friendship.
Three years later a good
friend suggested that maybe I should give them an actual book to
hold. It was a good idea and this past October, I mailed two copies
to Julia and two copies to Emily, the two of them half a country
apart.
Julia, now graduated and
living on her own in another city will be home for Thanksgiving and I
am happy to say that plans are in place for two old friends to spend
time together, maybe even to reenact a bit of their old book club
with a little discussion about Hating HeidiFoster.
Author Bio:
Jeffrey Blount is an Emmy
award-winning television director and an award recipient for
scriptwriting on multiple documentary projects. Born and raised in
rural Virginia, he now lives in Washington, DC with his wife, Jeanne
Meserve. They have two children, Julia and Jake.
DISCLAIMER: I was not compensated. Opinions are that of the author.
Thank you, Freda, for giving voice to my novel Hating Heidi Foster. I truly appreciate it!
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I enjoyed it :)
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