My First Best Friend Laura Martens
This is an ode to my first best friend, Laura Martens. Laura and I were neighbors and grew up together in a West-Island suburb of Montreal called Pierrefonds. At the early age of 3-4 I was lucky to have two "girl" friends, Laura and Mary-Lee Champ, but Mary-Lee moved away and that left Laura:
We also loved playing TV-tag, dress-up (which usually involved me dressing in drag), playing board games, and watching Star Trek. Here is a photo of Laura and me on her front lawn (That's not her hair: she is wearing a "Beatle-wig", a novelty that was quite fashionable at the time):
But I have thought about Laura at least once a week for the last 40 years, and it has nothing to do with her dying. She is part of me. A wonderful, sweet memory that I will keep forever. The dead touch us, inform us, guide us. They teach us. I think what they teach us most is tolerance of uncertainty, and a desire for serenity and peace.