Thankful Thursdays
I have been a mess all week, and I haven’t stopped crying all morning. Today, my best friend is moving. We have been neighbors, a couple doors away, for five years. Although we’ve known each other for almost 15 years, it wasn’t until we both moved here, at a time when both of us were at the lowest points in our lives, that we connected as adults.
The thing is, we haven’t been connected at the hip all these years. We are both independent and not into the constant spending of time with each other. We haven’t even had much in the way of emergencies or the borrowing of butter or making dinner for each other. We do have talking, and laughing–so much laughing, and sadness, and kindness, and generosity, and changes.
I will miss our impromptu drinks on my patio, never scheduled, not very often, but always right when we both needed it. I will miss long evenings walking around downtown, drunk, everything hilarious (only to us). I will miss seeing her baby a few times a week when her mom is out walking him. I will miss getting lucking and finding her on her patio when I walked the dogs. I will miss pretending we are runners. I will miss the texts “whachu wear? flip flops or heels?” I will miss the comfort of knowing she is there.
I’ve never told her this: when I talk about her, I always say she saved me. Because she did. I really don’t know what would have happened to me if she hadn’t come into my life when she did. For this I am thankful.
