The last time I saw my friend she was nine
The last time I saw Meredith she was living in Tokyo. She was nine. The year was 1990. I left Japan in August and flew to The United States to get married. Meredith wrote me letters and I wrote back.
Meredith modeled in Tokyo, and I was a fashion photographer. I met her and her parents, Martin and Marilyn, at Tokyo Baptist Church and became friends. I took photographs of Meredith and her sister Maggie for their modeling portfolios.
Meredith had brown hair and freckles. Lots of freckles.
Martin and Marilyn eventually moved back to the Ohio from Japan. We exchanged Christmas Cards infrequently. I stopped writing to Meredith. She grows up, goes to college, gets married, has children. I get married, have children, move six times, and have no contact with Meredith.
Two years ago I sent Martin and Marilyn a Christmas card from Pennsylvania. Meredith sees the card when she is home visiting.
“Mom, she lives an hour away from me in Pennsylvania.”
You can go through life and make new friends every year – every month practically – but there was never any substitute for those friendships of childhood that survive into adult years. Those are the ones in which we are bound to one another with hoops of steel.
― Alexander McCall Smith, The No. 1 Ladies’ Detective Agency
On December 21, 2013, I went to a Christmas party at a friend’s house. I walked through the entry way into the kitchen and hugged the hostess. As I walked through the kitchen a woman stared at me. A woman with freckles. That’s odd. She’s staring at me.
In the dining room I could hear my name. “Pamela Hodges, mumble, mumble, mumble. Pamela Hodges, mumble mumble, mumble.”
The hostess called me into the kitchen, “Pamela do you know this woman?”
I stared at the face full of freckles. Who is this?
And in the middle of the tall, five foot, ten, inch woman was a nine-year old girl with freckles.
It was Meredith. The same Meredith I had photographed in Tokyo. The same Meredith I gave a bear claw to before I left Japan.
After I had walked through the kitchen and was standing in the dining room eating cheese and salami, Meredith asked the hostess, “Is that Pamela Hodges?”
“Yes. Why do you ask? How do you know her?”
How did we end up at the same house?
I wonder if one day I can sit down and have a cup of coffee in heaven with God, I will ask him, “Excuse me God.”
“Yes, Pamela.” ( God wouldn’t call me Pam.)
“God, how did I end up meeting Meredith on December 21st, 2013?”
“You were invited to the same party. Her husband works for your friends husband.”
“But, God how did you do it?”
Then God will show me a video of angels flying around over my head and Meredith’s head, as they guided us to the same house. God will also show me the video of when the semi truck almost rear ended me at the intersection of Highway One and County Line Road. And he will show me the video of how I met my husband at the Atsugi Officer’s Club on January 26, 1990, in Atsugi Japan.
I wonder if there will be popcorn when we watch the movies of how the angels protected us and brought friends and husbands into our lives?
How does a big God make a big world seem so small? And how do two friends from 1990 who moved to different parts of The United States end up at the same house last Saturday? And how do two friends who were nine and thirty the last time they saw each other both have children in 2012. Meredith was 21 and I was 43.
God is a big God and he cares about little things.
Last night Meredith invited me to her home for supper. Her parents were visiting from their home in Florida. They moved there four months ago from Ohio. She didn’t tell her parents I was coming with my youngest daughter for dinner.
Marilyn, Meredith’s mother answered the door.
She said “What are you doing here? I didn’t know you were coming.”
And Martin the dad said, “You look familiar. I think I should know you… Is it Pamela?
“Yes, it is.”
And when God and I are having coffee. I will be drinking a latte, I will thank him for the gift of friends he gave me this Christmas.
Have you ever met someone at random you had not seen in years? Please tell me your story in the comments. I would love to hear of your adventures.
About Pamela Hodges
My name is Pamela Hodges. I am a writer and an artist. I write to encourage and to bring laughter. I paint cats, draw cartoons and write books for children and grown ups.