For some unknown reason of course, I have been thinking about Dawn and Scott Fry for the past couple of days and I don‘t know why, either. In July of 2020, we had an disagreement about me telling my case manager at TMG Julie R that Dawn was yelling at me that day over the phone while I was at dialysis and the dietitian and the other end of the room of seven to eight patients and the dietitian’s co-workers thought so, too. I apologized to Dawn about it and she did not want to believe my sorry to be genuine. She walked into the kitchen, dropped my keys and lanyard on the table, mumbled under breath that she hopes I will die from Covid and walked out my door, slamming it hard, and a few minutes later she calls me to tell me to delete her phone number as well as her husband‘s Scott number from my phone and never speak to her or about him ever again. She had then quit that very afternoon. Now, her quitting all of a sudden did not bother me because she was leaving due to a new job took her time away as as in-home caregiver in two weeks anyway, and ending our friendship as well wasn’t the problem. Her saying, ‘I hope you die from Covid.” was what made me cry because those words DID HURT ME the most.

Why have I been thinking about her has been a wonder to me to after it been 3 years now because on July 3: 2022, Ken, Tanya, and I were out and about after having lunch out at Texas Roadhouse that day at WAl-Mart getting a few groceries and I went with them to get a couple of things. As a woman with white, blonde hair was coming our way, I saw the style and a patch of pink color in her hair I thought was so beautiful, but as soon as she came into view, I realized who it was and decided NOT to say anything because It was DAWN and her husband Scott. What a joy? Nope! Ir was a major disappointment because of what Scott was doing. Dawn was looking straight ahead while Scott had turned his head to face his wife, but his left eye was looking at me with a face of that looked like he was afraid of me and angry that he even saw me. With him being so deliberate in looking at his wife to avoid seeing me but looking at me was like school boyish and childish to the point it was laughable, but it brought me to tears on my 52nd birthday instead! I was very hurt again. I told Tanya about it immediately, and she said what any mother would say that how those two acted that moment was their problem and their own worries, be glad that they’re gone out of your life. On July 18, 2020, I ended up with Covid and spent a few days in the hospital getting rid of it. During that week, I thought about Dawn’s hospital visit for a few days in December 2019 with something the doctors and nurses could NOT find what she had. When Covid became a worldwide epidemic in the Spring of 2020, Dawn and Scott, and I believed she had Covid that December. When Dawn and Scott stopped working for me the summer of 2020, and I had hired a girl name Mariah who took over three weeks later in August 2020 until the beginning of January 2021, I had moved from Burbank Plaza to GaEden Court with Mariah’s help of packing and moving me from Burbank Plaza to Garden Court where I reside today until further notice and I move again because I have my name elsewhere waiting to be called and be told that an apartment is ready for me. So, think ing about Dawn and Scott Fry for the past couple of days has been an once in a while’s occurrence that has come from the reaches of my memory of memories that have popped up. Thinking about Dawn and Scott has not bothered me, but how the friendship ended and her saying was what has hurt me the most, Tanya was right in her words about Dawn and Scott’s childish behavior that afternoon was uncalled for by two adults in her age group of late 50’s and early 60’s was indeed not good Christian behavior by any means. Now, three years later, and having Jackie Paul, Deb Hegle, and occasionally Julie McCool, Dawn and Scott are now in my past life at Burbank Plaza.

My life at Burbank Plaza Apartments will be talked about in another entry in a few minutes since I am in the need to write tonight. Oh, how I love to get things out in the open and allow my brain to rest. I am having another long night on my dialysis weekend hours in order to get some sleep tonight going on to 12 midnight. See what my brain does when it allowed to wander to remembering and running into long nights. UGH! Oh well. I will deal with it when it does occur and that is why I don’t worry about any sleepless nights anymore. I can always work oNOY journals or My Gift of life Story