I got home yesterday to find a package from by best friend in the world, Angie, "whose real name I can shout from the rooftops". I open it to find a matted and framed picture of a stone angel with her head on her arm as if she is praying on a marble block, and she's lit from over her shoulder, and below the sculpture is one word, "sisters"; yeah the tears flowed freely. Ang was in New Orleans and saw it and thought of me, of us and so she got it. That's the thing about true friends who really know you and who really love you and want you to know how they feel about you by these small tokens and gestures of thoughtfulness. I was once afraid I would leave this earth, not ever having been really "known", that I was unable to show anyone my core being, what I really stand for, so that they never question that I come from a place of pure love and respect. No matter what I know that there will be someone to tell my son Christopher; "you're mom loved you beyond measure, and knew she wasn't what was best for you at the time; so she found the perfect parents she would have picked for herself, so that you could have the best chance at becoming the best you that she knew you were destined to become". I have no notion of loving people by halves, it is not my nature. Jane Austen. Yeah that's me alright. That's how I love my friends that are more like family to me than my own existing relatives. Angie has always been the friend I needed, and wanted and I hope she can say the same.
