TicklishGrl4Lfe
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Mastertank1 said:but it's a pop song from the 1940s called "My Little Playmate".
She and I were both 15 when she was killed by ALS.
That's Amlyotropic Lateral Sclerosis, also known as Lou Gherig's Disease.
It was just one year from first onset to death.
She was training to be a ballerina. Her dancing was the loveliest sight I had ever seen.
First the disease stole her grace, then her ability to move at all, then her life.
It took me years to stop hating God for that.
We had been friends since we were three.
I was holding her hand when she died, because her parents knew we loved each other.
That dumb little tune had been 'our song' since we played the 78 RPM record on her mom's record player when we were five.
"My little playmate come out
and play with me,
And bring your puppies three,
Climb up my apple tree,
shout in my rain barrel
slide down my cellar door,
And we’ll be jolly friends forever more."
I know, I know. We were five years old when we made it our song.
We always 'knew' we would stay together forever. We would grow up together, get married, and live together for life, and then die and be together in heaven. Show's you how much we knew.
She was a virgin and I wasn't, and we were both looking forward to changing her status on our wedding noght after we graduated college. She knew she was gonna get tickled that night and was looking forward to that too.
We thought we had all the time in the world.
Here it is, 43 years later, and I still can't hear that song without crying.
It was bad enough that she had to die, but that she had to die THAT WAY was just so DAMNED unfair.
Sorry for the rant, folks. It still hurts.
Awwwwww poor MT. That has to be so rough. I can't fathopm losing a sweetheart like that.