It’s been 20 years since I’ve heard her laugh, dried the dishes while she washed and enjoyed her company over cookies and coffee. Only one cookie allowed per cup, by the way. That was our rule.
Growing up, all my friends were of the opposite sex. Many of the girls I knew growing up, especially in my formative years, weren’t the nicest people. I was bullied profusely by my fellow girls. Therefore, I stayed away from most of them.
The lifelong romance – the friend that will stick with us through thick and thin – the championship team that exceeds everyone’s expectations. So many of us struggle with a mind of lack, which not only leads us to miss much of the greatness already in our lives but also drives us to chase phantoms.
Most of us never fully understand how some people suffer from non-visible afflictions, every day. How we might better learn to “be there” for them is up to us to understand.
At a time when I needed my family and friends the most, they were there. A story of love, and how a wooden bowl became a symbol of everything beautiful at a time when it felt like life was anything but.
Dreams can give us a glimpse into what lies on the otherside of the wall of our universe. Sometimes our bestfriend is there waiting to spend a great day with us and the cat.
We sat across from each other in one of those German small town cafés which are dotted with round tables and comfortable chairs. People sat reading newspapers and eating apple cake with whipped cream.
Friendship, hurt, betrayal, and trampling of values. Lessons learned in life which make you stronger.
The spacious dining room was buzzing with the lively accents of women from Israel, Hong Kong, Germany and the Philippines. Others born in Mexico, Thailand, the U.S., Indonesia, and yes, even Canada, completed the luncheon group that day, an intercultural gathering of friends who have shared times like these for the past 25-plus years.
But today as you lay here with all the tubes in you, I am not taking a risk. I am standing on faith that you will be fine.