Random Thoughts

Today, for some reason I just want to talk to Pamela Thelwell. Pam was an interesting woman, but she was more intense than I. She wanted every one to be perfect just like her. If some one did some thing for her or she appreciated some thing, she felt it deserved a note of thanks. A handwritten note of thanks just like people use to do when I was a youngster. People now longer do these things.



She wanted friends to be to her what she was to them. I don't know what that meant because she was always complaining about some one or some thing. In a way Pam was sort of funny because she was some what paranoid. It seemed as though folks were out to get her. As a matter of fact, the last conversation we had she was really angry at every one where ever she had worked in the last few years. Now her legs were hurting her so bad that she was angry because no one came to help her. I told Pam that she should call and ask for help because no on knows what is going on in her life. She got huffy which is her nature and said the every one should call her. Mind you, Pam's telephone was a miserable sort of phone. If it took messages you never knew it, or if she bothered to even listen to them or if the phone worked properly which it didn't most of time. On the otherhand, it was hard to know her schedule; for some reason she thought every one just knew.



Pam got to the point where she was wearing large blotches of rouge on her cheeks sort of like Betty Boop. Sure I was worried about Pam, but she could change a subject and brush you off so fast that oftentimes you just didn't get the to "I am worried about you Pam." When I got the news that Pam was killed while crossing the street, I could only remember our last conversation....which was a call for help rather then her usual diatribes about the people we know, and I mistook for her usual paranoia.



Pam was a really nice lady and a lot of fun in her own way, but too intense for me. I am intense enough even though my cardio doctor calls it a funny sense of calm that I exude.



I don't know what I want to say to Pam, but I wish her well wherever she is: and I hope she is with her beloved husband who died in an unexpected car accident when she and her boys were very young. She loved that man so much and talked about him so much that I had to remember at times that he was dead, and has been for more than forty years. I can only imagine that they are together and having a grand time picking up where they left off many years ago. I envision only love and laughter and peaceful moments drinking wine from beatiful glasses with her beloved husband who is still very young.



I have no regrets for many of my friends are making their transitions long before their time in my mind, but God needs them more than we. And so, I end this prayer for my dear beautiful intense friend with her loud resounding laughter and vibrant energy force "Bon Voyage Dear Pam"