{"id":29,"date":"2015-03-23T04:06:56","date_gmt":"2015-03-23T04:06:56","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/kathrynberlabooks.wordpress.com\/?p=29"},"modified":"2015-03-23T04:06:56","modified_gmt":"2015-03-23T04:06:56","slug":"when-friends-are-missing-and-missed-march-18-2011","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/2015\/03\/23\/when-friends-are-missing-and-missed-march-18-2011\/","title":{"rendered":"When Friends Are Missing and Missed (March 18, 2012)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/52.86.15.65\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/painting-of-litle-girl-1890-1895-camarlench-849-1916-us-public-domain-published-before-1923-commons-wikimedia-org.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-87\" src=\"http:\/\/52.86.15.65\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/painting-of-litle-girl-1890-1895-camarlench-849-1916-us-public-domain-published-before-1923-commons-wikimedia-org.jpg?w=300\" alt=\"painting-of-litle-girl-1890-1895-camarlench-849-1916-us-public-domain-published-before-1923-commons-wikimedia-org\" width=\"300\" height=\"170\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/painting-of-litle-girl-1890-1895-camarlench-849-1916-us-public-domain-published-before-1923-commons-wikimedia-org.jpg 428w, https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2015\/03\/painting-of-litle-girl-1890-1895-camarlench-849-1916-us-public-domain-published-before-1923-commons-wikimedia-org-300x170.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>\u00a0 <em>(Camarlench,1849-1916)<\/em><\/p>\n<div style=\"color:#000;\">\n<p>I think I lost a friend.<\/p>\n<p>Oh, at first I thought I might have just misplaced her\u2013 I\u2019m really so forgetful these days. So I looked in all the usual places.<\/p>\n<p>I looked behind the curtains and in my email inbox. I looked in the plastic storage box where I keep my \u2018important\u2019 papers. I looked in the eyes of the shoe salesman at Nordstrom and the Starbucks barista. I looked in my cell phone contacts and in the inside zipper compartment of my purse. I looked in all these places, but my friend wasn\u2019t to be found.<\/p>\n<p>I\u2019m not thinking hard enough, I told myself. I have to look some more.<\/p>\n<p>I walked along a trail and looked into the birds\u2019 songs. I traipsed through alleyways and looked in the rain puddles. I looked in the glossy black fur of tiny sausage-shaped dogs. I looked inside a gust of wind left in the wake of a speeding foreign sports car.<\/p>\n<p>I looked in all these places, and still there was no sign of my friend.<\/p>\n<p>Well, no matter, I thought, when my search came to an end. The wealth of friends and family has made me the Queen of Sheba. I can reach into my treasure chest to replace the one I lost.<\/p>\n<p>But I couldn\u2019t find the perfect replacement for my missing friend. One who can laugh while she cries or cry while she laughs. One who keeps me on the edge of my seat while my brain works overtime to decipher the mysterious nuances of her half-finished sentences. One who drips with so much style I feel like Little Orphan Annie in her presence. One who sees excitement and adventure even in the mundane.<\/p>\n<p>There were no replacements for her inside the treasure chest. And there were no replacements for the others who were still there.<\/p>\n<p>I have a feeling that one day, my hand will reach under the cushion of the sofa and, just like the missing key chain, she will be there. Or I\u2019ll strike a piano key and, upon hearing a false note, I\u2019ll lift the top only to find her perched alongside the missing cell phone.<\/p>\n<p>I have a feeling which I know to be true.<\/p>\n<p>***\n<\/p><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>\u00a0 (Camarlench,1849-1916) I think I lost a friend. Oh, at first I thought I might have just misplaced her\u2013 I\u2019m really so forgetful these days. So I looked in all the usual places. I looked behind the curtains and in my email inbox. I looked in the plastic storage box where I keep my \u2018important\u2019&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=29"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/29\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=29"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=29"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.kathrynberlabooks.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=29"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}