Friends? Nah..Family.
Well..I finally got to sit down for a bit. I've been cleaning the house and then cleaning myself. *chuckles*
My friends from Tennessee....my very best friend...Pat and Scott are coming to stay the rest of the week. I can't even begin to describe what these two people have meant to me over the last few weeks. They have went way beyond being supportive....and just being good friends....they went to being family. That is an amazing feat when people jump from friendships to family.
They were the night Mack took me to the hospital....standing in the Emergency Room doors with a wheelchair to get me out of the car. When Pat saw what I looked like that night she immediately started crying. I was about 12 hours from being dead according to the docs. Her husband...Scott..who is a big macho man type...stood there beside my bed and held my hand and cried like a baby.
They took my husband in and made him family...letting him stay at the house...feeding him..and generally taking care of him while I couldn't....
Once I got into treatment stage....they started holding bake sales and raising money....nearly 5000 dollars at this point. I just can't imagine life without them now..and I hope I never have to.
If you have a friend...a good friend...someone you consider to be your best friend. Nurture the relationship. Take care of them as much as you can. I always tried to do that with Pat. The saying that the good or bad you do comes back to you...is soooooo true. Luckily I've had the good sense in my life to make sure what I did was good. And it sure came back.
I can't wait till they get here. I hope everyone has a great week.
*hugs all around*
My friends from Tennessee....my very best friend...Pat and Scott are coming to stay the rest of the week. I can't even begin to describe what these two people have meant to me over the last few weeks. They have went way beyond being supportive....and just being good friends....they went to being family. That is an amazing feat when people jump from friendships to family.
They were the night Mack took me to the hospital....standing in the Emergency Room doors with a wheelchair to get me out of the car. When Pat saw what I looked like that night she immediately started crying. I was about 12 hours from being dead according to the docs. Her husband...Scott..who is a big macho man type...stood there beside my bed and held my hand and cried like a baby.
They took my husband in and made him family...letting him stay at the house...feeding him..and generally taking care of him while I couldn't....
Once I got into treatment stage....they started holding bake sales and raising money....nearly 5000 dollars at this point. I just can't imagine life without them now..and I hope I never have to.
If you have a friend...a good friend...someone you consider to be your best friend. Nurture the relationship. Take care of them as much as you can. I always tried to do that with Pat. The saying that the good or bad you do comes back to you...is soooooo true. Luckily I've had the good sense in my life to make sure what I did was good. And it sure came back.
I can't wait till they get here. I hope everyone has a great week.
*hugs all around*