If you've been around long enough you know how I write things and then people surface and it has happened again.

A few days ago I wrote about those shells I was trying to get for my sister.

Here is the update from the comments on that blog:

This is code for oldtimers but you won't believe this.

"I went to their wedding when I was a kid..." I wrote back.

I can't believe this. I could write that gal's dialogue as she got ready for her wedding day. Would that blow some minds or what?

I was not a normal 11 year old. She was sooooo nice to me, like a princess.

I don't remember the whole story but the bit about being asked about the bride is amazing.  I'm glad she was kind to you back then. 

Well her little sister was rotten so I was her nice little sister for the summer but yeah, she was terrific to me. She took up for me at the top of her lungs and let me wear her clothes because I was in trouble for mine.  She was 20 and I was 11 but whatever. She could not possibly have been nicer to me, there is real kindness out there and I meet it now and then.

dang - wow

It is amazing how these priceless memories are thrust back to the front of your mind by pure chance sometimes.  The extremes of grace and pain...  it really is mind boggling.  It's such a match girl story and thank goodness there has been someone there to let you in once in a while.

Oh man... she had this big wedding and I wanted to be like her so bad. She was beautiful in love!

 Then I grew up and I had a man in love with me (the soldier) and he was offering a wedding just like hers but I could not do it and there is basically not one person in the world that understands why.  Er... even when I tell them.

venus Neptune, what can I say?

"Some day you'll have a wedding too," she said all big sister-y. I looked at her like she was some kind of apparition wondering who she thought I was.

:)

I actually have their wedding picture somewhere. Somehow i have never lost a picture of anyone in my life. He is also gorgeous.  they must still be married but now I am afraid they are searching around because someone has died.

what a sad thought.

Well, it's takin a new direction - I am being asked about a boy from texas??

I respond to his questions:

I think I was 11. I might have been 12? I am XXXX Panizzon's granddaughter.

I will have to think about a boy from Texas. It sounds familiar but if there is something there it as not been a conscious part of my memory throughout the years. I still have a picture from their wedding.

I can't remember a boy from Texas!!

At the time I was like a dog in California, obsessed with getting to the beach to get those shells! 

You wouldn't believe what I went through trying to get to the beach.  It is the stuff movies are made of 'cept it's real!  

I don't think my sister knows this! However I did go through some serious hell for her and apparently did not cotton to her lack of appreciation because when I got home from my mission... well, a week later I broke her nose.

I am sweet but I am not THAT sweet. When I get my ass almost killed for you and suffer so much inhumanity it's not to be fathomed just so that you can have a shell from the beach... well you better not give me crap when I deliver or I am going to BLOW!

I am now wondering if the man who wrote me is a boy I danced with at a wedding when I was 11? Is this possible?  Er, yes it is!

If that man is that kid that's a trip Elsa.

Well he is!  Turns out he traveled from TX for the wedding, (he is family). he assumed I traveled for the wedding too but actually I was just there, turned up on the doorstep one day.

 They teased him about spending time with me at the wedding and so he remembers...

Wow you are a trip.

*thud*

 seems like a lot of "how Elsa used to be" is coming up in your life . . . 

e.g., throwing parties, having a home that people find especially comfortable to be in, having adventures . . . it's interesting 

Well, historically I would write about someone or something and then it pops up.  This has been such a phenomena. 

The soldier has also just REconnected with the only surviving member of his team. I just finished sending him a dozen picture that are sure to stun him.

 Someone broke the soldier's son's nose one time, totally uncalled for.  "Don't you do anything, dad!  Don't you go over there..."

The soldier did not, however his friend went over and instantly smashed the guy's nose on his face. 

 No one ever told the son this happened... until now, I just filled him in. :)

There is such a thing, if not "instant karma", karma that is pretty damned fast.

Gotta love the soldier brotherhood!  I love this 'Dad didn't but his buddy did' story!  Not that I like violence so much, but you got to love the inventiveness /comraderie of brothers in arms!

Well his son was standing in formation - ie, he could not move!  The superior officer walked up to him and broke his nose!!  He could not respond!  This guy was a pscyho!

A couple days later the soldier's friend walked up to the guy and broke HIS nose.  Apparently these men don't think you're supposed go 'round breaking the noses of cadets as they stand at attention and if you opt to do something like this... well...

I changed my relationship status on facebook to "engaged" and got congratulated by the boy I danced with at Elena's wedding.  Life is just tooooooo weird.

That's so cool.  :)