Every now and then when you’re being really lucky a friendship comes along that lasts beyond a lifetime. One that sees you through the very deepest lows and the most euphoric highs of your life. One that’s there to tell you when you’re being stupid, and doesn’t hesitate to say I told you so. Because she’s your friend. I had that with Carol. We laughed hard together, cried hard together, played hard together. We raised our kids together and held each other through some trying times when those kids were living their lives and making their own mistakes and learning their own lessons. I know she took secrets to the grave with her, as I will take my own. Because we’re that kind of friend.
I held her hand when she died and felt the peace fill her body as she released its struggles and reached out for the Other Side. I was honored to be with her at the end of this cycle and the beginning of her next. I know she’ll be one of the first to greet me when my time comes to cross into Heaven. This wasn’t our first lifetime together, nor our last. And because I know the veil between this world and Home is quite thin, I know she isn’t far. And I’ll be waiting for her visit.