On friends...
I went back to Edmonton at the beginning of the month. I got to hang out some with my best friend. We spent a gret time wandering around Kingsway Garden Mall, doing some shopping and generally giggling like lunatics. We came to the conclusion that we've been friends for about 20 years. It was really a shock. In that time, well, I can count on one hand the number of fights we've had. Of those, I would only call one of them a fight and it was pretty short lived. Sure, we go for long periods of time without talking much, but when we do talk? I called her on the phone when I was there and we talked all bloody afternoon. And then all morning the next day (though that was in person).
Yes, this is fairly old news, but the shock of OMG!20 years hasn't worn off yet. Also? Am lonely and missing my best gal pal.
Friends have come and gone in my life. Stacey is the one constant, the one things I've held onto for this long. As an air force brat, I moved around a lot. The fact that I stayed in place for long enough to have a best friend, let alone one for this long is staggering. Back then, when we first met, I thought we'd move again in a few years. That had been the trend in our family so far and there was no reason for it to change. Yet years and years went by and we didn't move. Dad didn't get transferred. Sure, he would go away for months at a time and even wound up in Kosovo, but we didn't move away.
We were there for so long that my parents bought a house. Then dad left the air force and started teaching at NAIT. Even my move to Japan for a little while did nothing to disrupt this friendship.
This wonderful, classy lady has bene with me through everything. The horrors of our mutual junior high experiences. The hell of Young Women's (though hers was worse). The scare that her family might move away. The bizarre things that happen in high school. College. Medical crap. The sudden death of one of our close friends and his subsequent funeral. First loves, first heart breaks, and so much more. She was my maid of honour at my wedding and is an honorary aunt to my kids. My best friend. My sister.
Girlfriend, regardless of what you go through in your life, I just want you to know how very, very special you are to me and how much your friendship means to me. I out you through so much and you stay by my side despite the great distance that separates us right now.
Stacey, you rock my socks.
Peace.
Out.
Yes, this is fairly old news, but the shock of OMG!20 years hasn't worn off yet. Also? Am lonely and missing my best gal pal.
Friends have come and gone in my life. Stacey is the one constant, the one things I've held onto for this long. As an air force brat, I moved around a lot. The fact that I stayed in place for long enough to have a best friend, let alone one for this long is staggering. Back then, when we first met, I thought we'd move again in a few years. That had been the trend in our family so far and there was no reason for it to change. Yet years and years went by and we didn't move. Dad didn't get transferred. Sure, he would go away for months at a time and even wound up in Kosovo, but we didn't move away.
We were there for so long that my parents bought a house. Then dad left the air force and started teaching at NAIT. Even my move to Japan for a little while did nothing to disrupt this friendship.
This wonderful, classy lady has bene with me through everything. The horrors of our mutual junior high experiences. The hell of Young Women's (though hers was worse). The scare that her family might move away. The bizarre things that happen in high school. College. Medical crap. The sudden death of one of our close friends and his subsequent funeral. First loves, first heart breaks, and so much more. She was my maid of honour at my wedding and is an honorary aunt to my kids. My best friend. My sister.
Girlfriend, regardless of what you go through in your life, I just want you to know how very, very special you are to me and how much your friendship means to me. I out you through so much and you stay by my side despite the great distance that separates us right now.
Stacey, you rock my socks.
Peace.
Out.