Later, Kimmy Jo
“Life’s a garden man. Dig it!”
That’s the tagline on my friend Kim’s Facebook profile. It’s a fitting slogan for a woman like her, a happy-go-lucky girl who never took anything too seriously.
Even though she was younger than I was by a year or two, she was just unfailingly and effortlessly cool. She was extremely pretty with long, dark blonde hair and a beautiful, easy smile. She smoked in junior high, with the blessing of her mother. In high school she was a stoner in Grateful Dead t-shirts, jeans and flannels. She was never known for great achievement academically, but possessed precocious street-smarts and a quick wit.
I didn’t have Kim’s gregariousness or sorta-bad-girl charm, but nevertheless she took a liking to me and we were very close friends. There was a group of four of us; I was the smart one, Misty was the tough one prone to fighting, Alisa was the weird one- the Marilyn Manson-loving “goth”- and Kimmy was the pretty one.
In high school we spent a lot of time hanging out and doing things poorly supervised high school kids do. As much as I would never be one to refer to high school as the best years of my life, I can’t deny that it was some of the most fun I’ve ever had. Think “Dazed and Confused”, mid-to-late 90s style. We had many great weekends full of activities I will not now admit to.
But we were always destined for different paths.
I graduated and left town to go to college and barely ever came back to visit. Kim finished high school and stuck around our hometown, maybe working here and there but I couldn’t tell you where. The last time I saw her was probably 15 years ago, sitting on the floor in the women’s section of Walmart. She jumped up and hugged me, glassy-eyed and high as Everest, still as easy going and charming as ever.
Thanks to the modern ubiquity of social media, I’ve passively kept up with her. She reached out to me a few times, both times to ask legal questions. The first was about her second DUI. The other message was several years later, after she’d had a son, and she was in a custody dispute with his father.
From what little I could tell on Facebook, she was doing alright. She still alluded to her love of a good time here and there, often posting memes in favor of legalized pot. But most of her pictures were of her little boy. When she posted pictures of herself, she was still pretty with sparkling eyes, but there was a slight touch of haggard sneaking in to her face. I assumed it was just the type of aging that comes with living life a little rough, not to mention 20+ years of heavy smoking.
Last week, Alisa messaged me to let me know our friend Kimmy was brain-dead. She’d overdosed on a mix of heroin and fentanyl and the man she was with at the time left her lying there for over 8 hours before someone else found her and called for help. It was too late, though. An MRI showed minimal brain stem function and no other activity. She was on full life-support. Alisa told me that all that was left was to wait for Kim’s mother to accept it and give consent to turn it all off.
Yesterday, they turned it all off. She is still breathing, but there is no improvement. There is brain swelling, and near constant seizures. It’s only a matter of time, now that the feeding tube has been removed.
I am angry that I let her friendship go so long ago that I didn’t know she was on this road. I’m angry that she didn’t settle down and progress past our wild high school days and instead plunged headlong into the scary grown-up version of that world. I’m angry that she would put her little boy through this. I’m angry at myself for being angry with her, when I know enough about addiction to understand that it’s not that simple. I’m angry with that motherfucker who supplied her with the instrument of her eventual death and then let her lay there, and who, I’m told, did a lot more than watch her start dying.
I’m angry that this scourge that has besieged our whole country and my state in particular has now hit my circle, even the outer edge of it. I’m devastated for her sweet little boy with no mama anymore; his dad OD’ed and died a few years ago, too
I am grateful that there but for the Grace of God go I. I’m sorry that I even have that thought.
I don’t know what else to say. I’m sorry Kimmy Jo. You were beautiful. Your soul still is.
*She passed away November 1, 2019.
Sorry to hear about this.
I had a similar situation with a high school acquaintance. We weren’t close like it sounds like you were but ran in the same circles. It’s a pretty surreal feeling. Definitely a reminder of how fragile life is.Report
Thank you for reading. I hate that I’m writing my second dead friend piece in less than a year. It’s been a rough 2019.Report
It’s the ones where they’re too young, where it seems like it should have been avoidable, where it’s a complete surprise out of nowhere that hit us the hardest.
I’m sorry this happened to your friend. I’m sorry that this happened to you.Report
So sorry to hear about this, Em. I wish there was something I could say that would make the pain, anger and frustration go away, but I can’t think of it. It’s just too awful to wrap one’s head around.
My best friend from elementary school passed away a few years ago. I never found out what from but he was a lot like your Kimmy and I suspect an OD was the cause. Let a kid behind too. Just horrible.Report
I’m so sorry. I haven’t lost anyone in that exact way, but I’ve lost people in recent years to things that probably should not have happened and it is just all rage and sadness. I’m sorry for your loss and there are just so many things that seem to have gone wrong for your friend….
2019 has sucked hard for so, so, so many people I know.Report
I am very sorry, Em. I, like many others in the comments here, have lost a few in this way. As it is sadly too common an occurrence.Report
Sorry, Em.
BTW, what happens to the little boy? Is there responsible family to take him in, or is he destined for the foster system?Report
I don’t know for sure but my guess is Kim’s mom will take him. It will be the second grandchild she’s raised- Kim has an older brother who was already an adult and in prison when she and I were kids. Her mom raised his little girl.Report
Very sorry for your loss, Em.Report
So sorry. I’ve been fortunate to only lose people from cancer/old age. It’s hard enough even when it’s normal circle of life stuff. A guy I went to high school with, acquaintance–not a friend, recently died from liver failure caused by hard drinking. All this is such a waste.Report
So very sorry to hear it. I have no, thanks be to God(dess?) had any of my childhood circles of acquaintances, let alone friends, die. I can’t imagine how disconcerting and painful it is.Report
Em,
I guess you’re new here since I stopped posting, reading, commenting. I’m moved by your remembrance of your friend, and as a result I spent the day working on something that’s been banging around in my head for a few years.Report
Thank you for reading.
I’ve been a contributor and editor here for about a year and a half. Welcome back!Report
I’m so sorry to read this, but it is a beautiful tribute. My condolences.Report
Thank you Kristin! Nice to see you pop in, by the way. Report
I just sent my newsletter in this morning after about 9 zillion last minute additions and changes that required the entire month of October and apparently a sliver of November as well! Couldn’t get here fast enough! I’m going to submit some stuff after I polish off this bowl of stale Count Chocula. 🙂Report