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a friend

There is a woman I know, have known since we were both little girls attending W.A. Day Elementary School together.  According to my super-trusty “School Day Treasures” book (thank you for making sure that was done every year, Mom), we became friends in grade four and remained friends—with ebbs and flows—until we graduated high school.  

I always remembered her startling frankness. Well, at times it was startling. Like the time in junior high she told me, seemingly out of the blue, my nose looked like a strawberry. (Acne and teenagers can be horrible, y’all.) But I also remember birthday sleepovers at her house, the trip a group of us took to Edmonton during our grad year, the time she shared under the cover of a darkened bedroom about the night her sister died when all involved were far too young. She was fiercely loyal, protective of the ones she loved, but not a doormat, either.  

I was always glad to have been able to call her a friend. 

We managed to lose touch after graduation. Actually, I lost touch with pretty near everyone I graduated with, but there have been moments of reconnection in the years between then and now thanks to a high school reunion, the advent of Facebook, and (sadly) the funeral for one of our best and brightest.  

And so I again connected with my startlingly honest friend, thanks to her finding me on Facebook and sending me a note. I learned she was married, and lived not all that far away, and watched as she shared about her husband and their two children. She’s still unapologetically frank, still loyal, and still fiercely protective of her loved ones. And she is determined to do all she can to not let cancer take her down, take her away from all those near and dear to her heart.  

Bonnie, it’s a testament to the woman you are that you have so many people fighting with you and for you. I’m praying you’ll get the last word, the last laugh, the ultimate victory; that you’ll see your children grow as you grow old with your husband. You are a warrior, and I really don’t want this to turn into a sappy, Hallmark-esque post here, sooooo I’ll end this awkwardly and simply say thank you for being a friend. 

* Photo by Agence Olloweb on Unsplash

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