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Five Friends and a Funeral

I went to the funeral of a good friend’s father this morning. He was 82 years old. Her dad had suffered a stroke a few years ago and he was never quite the same after that. He had gotten noticeably more confused as the years progressed. In The meantime, her mom was diagnosed with Non-Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. Her Dad suddenly got very sick – went into the hospital – was transferred to a nursing home and died in a two week span. Her mom is dying, but she was able to attend the viewing last night and the funeral today. Life…

When I say a good friend, I mean one of the Diner Babes. “Diner Babes” started around 17 years ago. A group of women started to meet on Thursday nights after we had put the kids to bed. The husbands were left home with the channel changer and the baby monitors and the moms headed off to the local diner.

We discussed kids and husbands, schools and teachers, doctors and hospitals, books and movies, money and part time jobs to stretch that money. You name it, we hashed it out at that table while eating cheese fries and drinking chocolate cokes.

The kids have gotten older, the youngest “kid” is mine – he’ll be 18 in July and the oldest is 30 something. We’re still discussing kids and husbands, but the five of us have added grandkids to those discussions. We talk about schools and teachers but we’re referring to the grandkids’ nursery schools and two of the Diner Babes who are teachers and one who is working towards her doctorate.

We still chat about doctors and hospitals, books and movies. Even though most of us have full time jobs now, we still haven’t figured out how to make our money stretch to cover all of our expenses.

Of course, we’re also discussing menopause and white, wiry pubic hairs and divorce and Effexor and Zoloft and Paxil. Occasionally, we try to order healthy food, but we pretty much agree that you can’t solve a problem without cheese fries.

Some of the Diner Babes have come and gone – I’ll be honest, they just didn’t make the cut. The core group of 5 Diner Babes remains the same. All of us know that in a crunch or an emergency or just when we’re bored, we can call one of the “babes” and get together over some potatoes and caffeine and everything will seem a little better.

9:23 p.m. - June 19, 2007
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