You can really only have one best friend. I did have two. I had one when I was small, who I will always cherish, and I had Heather.
You know when you have a best friend, you always know, every day, that someone is going to be there who knows you. Someone can answer the phone and tell by how you say hello exactly what the way to respond to that is.
I had a best friend for 23 years.
We laughed together. We cried together. We had children basically together. We were children together.
I never thought I would ever be without her, and I cannot tell you just how bad losing her felt. I never needed another friend. I had her.
I do not think I could ever really look at another person and our friendship and say, “This is my best friend.” I think that spot is reserved. I still call her by that title.
My barefoot-on-the-couch living room-sister.
Closer than family.
So, May 1st was the 8 year anniversary of the loss of the most important person in my life who was not my child, my secret holder, my go-to bestie.
I fucking hate cancer.
We lose to many people in too many horrible ways and way too soon.
We all get blessed with a few good friends. But, the best friend, that one is the one you should always hold in your heart.
I miss you.
I love you.
See ya later.
P.S. Thank you for the little reminders. Keep on sending them.