One of the things I value most in the world is friendship. The concept. And the reality. As I look back at my collective work of books, I see friendships playing key parts in so many of them. There’s something so special about that bond between woman – a trust and nurturing that is present even when friends don’t see each other. It’s sacred. And in some ways unsurpassable.
Today, I’m realizing why I hold this magnificent gift in such high esteem. From before I was ever even more than a possible dream in my mother’s mind about her someday future, I had an example of true friendship. Mom and her best friend Jac. It’s a friendship that started their freshman year of high school. Bonded them through some of life’s most tragic possibilities. The death of a child. Of a spouse. Whether they lived across the country from each other, or only a few hours away, they were together. For sixty-three years this friendship remained the same. Solid. Sure. Nurturing. Strengthening.
Today I honor that friendship. I honor the two women who taught me the most important things I’ll ever need to know. Loyalty is real. And love lasts forever.