This is the 2nd morning I have cried.
Let me back up … to decades ago. Between the ages of 15 years and my early 30’s I had a very best friend, Charlotte. Life happens and we lost touch over the last 6-7 years.
I received a Christmas card in the mail from her only weeks ago. The card was a family picture of her, her husband, two daughters (that were toddlers the last time I saw them) and a new baby. She had a baby! Having her new address I was happy I could send a Christmas card back. A card with a letter.
My letter let her know about both Brooke and Mariah’s dads along with my email address.
Yesterday morning I opened my 1st email from her.
A span of time bridged. Life quickly catching up.
It was her words of friendship that she cried when she read my letter. That she couldn’t explain to her husband our friendship so long ago to life’s tragic turns. My own fresh tears of friendship.
She remembers. She was there and remembers Eric and Keith. Through my own tears reading her letter, I remembered Charlotte and Eric’s relationship and laughed to myself at the memories. I often thought of their relationship similar to the tv sitcom “Martin.” The constant teasing and insulting relationship between Martin and Pam, Gina’s best friend. Eric made her cry the first day they met, that alone made the next 10 years of my relationship with Eric full of laughs and insults between those two.
I read on ... Charlotte
My favorite part of the day is early in the morning when my home is quiet and I am the only one awake. Coffee. Christmas lights. The Today show. Ahhhh, me time!
Early this morning I opened her 2nd email. Her daughter was born and died a couple short hours later two years ago 'today' ... fresh tears for her.
Tears for her loss. Tears for her pain. Prayers for her strength today.
My thankful heart for time that spans and friendship mended.
Life catching up quickly.
