A couple of years ago, before grownups were allowed on Facebook, I set about finding my childhood BFF. More aptly Best Friends for Then, she and I lost touch after high school, much to my profound disappointment. Thirty years after graduation, my search eventually led me to her. She was living several states away. I contacted her via e-mail and we arranged to speak by phone one evening.
We got the life updates out of the way, shared information about our parents and kids and quickly returned to the past. She reminded me of something that brought me tremendous remorse. It must have been equally painful for her but at the time I was unaware.
She remembered that back in middle school, she’d pass me notes during class. And she remembered (gasp!) that I would correct her spelling and grammatical mistakes with a red pen before passing the notes back.
As we chatted on the phone that night, her daughter walked in and asked who was on the phone. She said, “I am talking with Monica.” Her daughter said, “oh, isn’t she the girl with the red pen who used to correct your notes?” Ouch.
To my friend I offer my deepest apologies. I give myself an F for my overzealous behavior and hope to some day earn back that second F in BFF.