happy birthday, skye

I met Skye at a house party where my band played. She came up to me afterward and told me she liked the Indigo Girls song that I sang/played solo. We were instant friends. She lived in Salt Lake, but came down to Provo to visit often. My roommates got frustrated at how much she was at our place...that's a different story for another time (never). She was a wonderful, loyal, trustworthy friend. We had plans together, involving waiting for "our" missionaries, moving to Portland (where she would marry hers and I mine), and living happily ever after, taking ski vacations and trips to the beach together.

Skye was my hot friend. The one where guys trip over themselves just to talk to her. Said males would make friendly with me to ask about Skye's status. I could have told them she was married and that wouldn't have deterred them from asking her out.

We were very fast, close friends. I think the last time I saw her was when she & Nate (a boyfriend) came to visit shortly after li'l ~j. was born. I have pictures of her holding li'l ~j.. I don't think I ever saw her again. I'm not sure why.

I'm the type of person that keeps in touch with people - I really make the effort, whether it be through lettters, phone calls, what-have-you. I can honestly say that I tried my hardest with Skye. I called and left messages, which weren't returned. I kept mailing birthday cards and Christmas cards until the year they were returned to me, undeliverable, no forwarding address available. I know that she wanted to go to San Diego. Maybe she's there. I have no idea.

I have some friends that know of Skye through a friend of theirs, and they did give me an idea of what she may be up to...but they didn't know where she was or how I could reach her.

And so here it is, out there in fake-space: Happy birthday, Skye. I hope you're happy and healthy, and I'd love to hear from you. Have a beautiful day.