A time for everything

My sister has been staying with me for a couple of weeks, with the intentions of staying here. We both planned it, and were enjoying it. This past weekend we went to St. Pete to go to her grandson's birthday party. Unfortunately I was unable to go, but stayed with a friend, Geneva, to have quiet and write. It was nice.

As we came into town Friday night Susan was called. Her best sister-friend was in the hospital with a heart attack. After dropping me off, she went to see her. The next day after the party, she put a few things in storage. Plans hadn't changed. At least until she went to see her again. She seemed in shock when she returned. She let me know her friend was had more tests done, only to find out her bones were deteriorating at an alarmingly rapid rate. She had been diagnosed as terminal, no more surgeries will be performed. We talked a bit, then did our bit of relaxing each in our own ways. That night before I fell asleep all I could think of was Susan and the interconnection she had with her friend. They were very much like the kindred spirits my friends and I share.

The next morning we packed and headed back. On the way we spoke of the strange timing this was. As Susan had not found a job yet, I suggested she go to her and take care of her. I wasn't sure if she thought I was trying to get rid of her, which I wasn't, all I could think of was my friends. I choked on tears imagining one of them being taken away from this world at such a young age. We would be devastated (at any age). I know if any one of us would have the same situation, all of us would go to her, be there to comfort and make her life as easy as possible, share the tears and laughter as we had done throughout our lives. I helped her plan the way back. I cried jealously of how she'd get to hold my Mada before me. At that time a semi carrying empty chicken cages roared by showering us with feathers. I had to laugh between the tears. I felt Mada comforting me. I know she'll wait for me, as I know she wants me live. Freely.

Best Friends

It is through them I live vicariously; in that I mean by having someone to come home to, to put their arms around you at night, to talk with in bed, to have orgasims (it's been so long I can't spell it right!), to bicker with when you don't see eye to eye but best of all to kiss and make up because you love each other, to watch a movie on the couch cuddling and eatting popcorn, and all those other wonderful day to day things that we normally take for granted until they're gone; not to mention one who likes to do things different. Shall we not even venture onto theatre? lol. Maybe my expectations are high, but I've settled for less before and found it wanting, I'll not do it again. It's not fair to me. They each claim their own personal depths, but each of us are so very much like the ocean with multitudes of depths and are very beautiful women. What in the heck would've made us have such a strong friendship if we were not tied by the strings of time? As someone we all know and love (who'll never live it down) said so eloquently; we are the perfect woman, but I think we are perfect women.