Did you ever have a best friend? I’m talking about the kind of best friend that takes you through thick and thin, no matter what? From childhood on through adultery … er, adulthood. Who knows you, warts and all, and loves you anyway?
I have one of those.
I’ve had one of those since the third grade. When she lived up the hill from me. Her name is Kathy. And I had breakfast with her today.
Let me tell you a little bit about us.
If I remember correctly, the door to Kindergarten was the one on the right, and we went into the one on the left for grade school.
I lived a half a block and three houses away from school.
A year later, my family moved to the same suburbs. In sixth grade we were once again in the same school … and I lived up the road not far from her.
To be friends this long was amazing all by itself. But the story gets even more amazing.
This provided us with the ability to become, shall we say, socially adept.
Sorry Kathy, but the truth must be told.
She, of course, met her husband. Me, not so much.
And on the topic of boys. And writing. I have previously stated that I had no writing ability or experience before the blogs of recent time.
One story in particular sticks in my mind.
It included the names of two boys. One was a boy I had held hands with at church camp. This was a big deal in 8th grade back in the day. And the other boy, we’ll call him “John” was a cute boy in our class.
We both liked him. I really liked him. A lot. For years.
So the story was started out by Kathy. “The Story Of Kathy and John and Holly and Robin” (Robin was the boy of hand holding fame). And of course part of her verbiage included “And John liked Kathy”.
What? Can’t have that. This is the boy I have liked for two whole years (at that point … it ended up being … well, a lot more than two years).
So when it was my turn to write, the verbiage strayed toward “But John REALLY liked Holly”.
Handing it back to Kathy, she added her part to the ongoing story … with the addendum “But John REALLY, REALLY liked Kathy”.
I don’t recall the whole story. We passed it back and forth and added at will.
For the record, “John” REALLY liked Holly better. It was my curly hair that did it. But I digress.
But lo and behold, two years later we were not only at the same school, but we were living in the same dorm.
And we were once again in the Band together.
And like I said, our friendship continued. For all those years. Suffice it to say that we kept in touch and our lives intermingled from time to time.
When she married, I was her Maid of Honor. When I married, she was my Matron of Honor.
I moved to the center of the state. She moved to the center of the state.
When she encountered some difficulties in her life, I was the first person she called (after her parents). When I encountered some difficulties in my life, she was the person that I called.
Amazing but true. All these years later.
This is the stuff that life-long friendships are made of.
We had placed a friendly bet. Me betting that a certain person would never get in touch with me ever again. She betting that he would.
I refuse to say who.
He did. I lost.
So this morning, I bought her breakfast. That’s the nice thing about betting on the negative for something that you really want to have happen.
If it doesn’t happen, at least you win the bet. If it does happen, then hooray, it happens. And you don’t care if you lost the bet.
Unfortunately for me it was just enough for me to lose the bet, but not enough to be a hooray moment.
But I got to see my friend.
And imagine my surprise when I saw that she and I were wearing exactly the same outfit. Well color wise. Purple shirt and Black slacks.
I swear we didn’t plan it.
I guess after a lifetime of being friends we are just on the same wave-length.
Really. I am blessed to have a friend like this.