My best friend’s name is Susan.
Susan lives in Alberta and we have been really close for more than two decades.
Susan came to Vancouver this weekend….just to see, for herself, that I am ok. She needed to SEE me, the phone or email just wouldn’t do. (I’m a good stoic faker when life tries to knock me for a loop)
The visit was a short fly-in – 24 hours – yet in that all-too-short time it was reaffirmed that when all else fails, your best friend will, literally and philosophically, lift you up.
The ties that bind us to our best friends is, indeed, thicker than blood.
My best friend and I met in a mutually tumultuous time in our lives, both of us were divorcing, both of us were raw, both of us were losing confidence in our ability to survive.
We propped each other up. We survived….creating this unbreakable bond.
I remember being at an airport heading off somewhere (I used to travel a lot), and as usual Susan had driven me there. Just as I, shuffled along in the line-up for security – about to get to the check point – I hear “CLAIRE!”.. I turn .. it’s Susan, of course. She’d waited until the very last moment to grab my attention.. she smiled and yelled, literally YELLED .. “I LOVE YOU, YOU NUT!”
I yelled back “WHO ARE YOU, DO I KNOW YOU?!”
We fell about laughing. Laughing hard! Oh, how we howled!
Susan and I still have adventures, do road trips whenever we can, life gets in the way, we get busy…but we are always connected. We call each other at inappropriate times. We share details of our lives that we would never, couldn’t ever, share with anyone else.
As strange as this may sound, I love that she is my most enduring relationship.
There is absolutely no jealousy, no judgement, no animosity (we’ve never argued).
Best friends can live miles away. Best friends can live next door.
Where does your best friend live? How about you give them a quick call … to hell with it if it’s an inappropriate time. After all, it’s your BFF.