You know, the older we get, the more goodbyes we have to say. Recently I lost a friend who was the first real friend I had when I moved to town. We did lots together for several years. Then as friends do, we grew up and we drifted apart. The years seemed to fly by.
Then God put us back together again. She had changed and so had I but not our friendship. We did not have to talk about the years that passed because they did not matter.
Our friendship blossomed from that point just as it had all those years ago. We talked about the same kinds of things only from the other end of our lives. We didn’t know it at the time but she had a nasty cancer growing inside of her. She fought a hard and long battle. Our friendship remained strong and totally open.
We talked of many things. We talked about her treatments, what the doctors said. We talked about how much we meant to each other. We talked about her family and her dogs. We talked about life and death. We laughed and we cried. We shared. We loved as only two long time friends can.
Now she has gone on to meet our Lord and Savior. I am left here with the memories. I am so grateful for the time we had to treasure each other and to say our goodbye slowly.
Rest well my sweet, crazy, zany, brilliant, strong, amazing friend. Until we meet again.
Calvinsdaughter 