I just spent a wonderful two days reconnecting with my dearest friend, my sister of the heart.We've known each other since our late teens. We've done all of the things that have got us here, together.I've picked up her basket, and she's picked up my mine, many times. We get each other. Always. We accept each other. Always. We have each others back. Always.
We rented a wonderful log cabin for Thursday and Friday and just hung out.And ate. And talked. And laughed. And solved the worlds problems. And reconnected. Since we met, we've never lived more than 20 minutes away(10,in a crisis, if I drive)This spring she moved to another province to marry the love of her life. I forgave him for taking her so far away because he makes her happy. We seen each other since, but always with lots of others around. We needed catch up time.Time to share the same space.
We are very different. Kate and I, but we have twin souls.And often we share the same brain.
In all our years together, there has been one disagreement. It happened in a lawyers office (imagine that) talking about selling the business we had built together(lots of legalease and other BS)and in the middle of reading and signing , my feeling got hurt and I walked out. Cried all the way home and walked into the house straight to the phone. To call her. To tell her how lousy my day was.Halfway through dialing I realized I couldn't call her. I was mad at her. Those few minutes were pretty lonely.Can't remember who got thru first, but she told the same story.She had no one she wanted to call, but me.. We are the first we call, with joy, and sorrow, with hair brained ideas or great enlightenment.
I have other special friends, but Kate and I share what words cannot express. But we get it. I am grateful.
A special thanks for Ripley's Ridge Retreat in Calgary AB for a wonderful stay.
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Funny how some people we grow up with and just assume will always be in our lives just fade away with the years only to be seen briefly 20 years later at some High School reunion.(pleasantly fatter than me!) Still others, true friends, can move to the other side of the globe and still be right next door. Yes, they are a rare, rare thing.
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