Yes, we must ever be friends

I left home on Wednesday, flying to Phoenix to visit a dear friend before my time at the St. Jude School. It was like a road trip down the memory highway.

After greeting me at the airport and some quick lunch, we headed to her house where she whipped out the photo albums and we relived the glamour of our younger selves - in all of our 80s glory.  Wow, I sure loved shoulder pads, matte red lipstick and black!  I am so glad we did not have camera phones and Facebook.  And oh the stories that we remembered; I laughed until it was just tears and trying to breathe. 

Some memories, just for you Miss M:

the wedding was a gay fest, with Budweiser…the Monzai (aka  Chevy Monza) … Miss Minnesota … pussatots on the Cossatot … everybody, get a hat! ... Villa Allegre, la la la la … she’s got freckles on her but I love her … Mamba, beer from the homeland … one big piece … no, it’s real, its kortz … why are we wearing Linda Ellerbee’s glasses … you have turkeys … why did you let me wear tinsel, oh wait, you’re wearing it too … the waterbed, the hot tub, the RV … Yeti and Bosco … you’re supposed to take it once every 12 hours, not every 4 hours, you idiot … someone has to wear mint, it’s a wedding … meesh-loaf and mustard steak … my IQ just dropped, we crossed into Arkansas … BPOE

Although we lost touch for far too long, we reconnected last year.  And when we did, it was as though no time had passed at all.  A true friend, a sister, a piece of my heart – a gift rediscovered – my brilliant, wicked, sarcastic, warm, loyal, witty, beautiful friend and sister.

“Yes, we must ever be friends; 

and of all who offer you friendship let me be ever the first, 

the truest, the nearest and dearest!" 

- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow