This morning, I plugged in my card reader to go through the photos I took Monday at my best friend’s mother’s graveside service. I’ve known my best friend since we were in Kindergarten, we were 5. Our birthday’s are only 12 days apart, to this day on my birthday she calls me “old”. That’s basically the only chance she has to throw that word out there and it not quite apply to herself, but only a few days later, she catches up!
My best friend’s mom was considered my second mother. That’s even the way she signed her cards to me, she was probably one of the only people I could be myself around and she’d still accept me when it was all said and done. This being said, my best friend wasn’t always my “best friend”, but she’s always been the friend I’ve known and kept the longest, 40+ years! I was the only non-family member at her mother’s service there on my bestie’s behalf. The service was bittersweet. Since my best friend and I don’t live close to one another any longer, we don’t see each other very often, but when we do, it’s exciting and fun and it’s great to see one another. This time, we came together with many different emotions being involved, but thankfully, the service went well and visiting her family went well.
I’m so glad I was able to be there, to give my second mother a final farewell and to remember her for who she was. A beautiful, kind woman who gave birth to my bestie and loved me despite the fact I was no relation to her. I will remember her forever and miss her always.