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We spent Christmas with my brother and his lovely family.
We left their home and their company on the 26th, to Eastern Texas, to our second home.
Big boy has been obsessed asking his dad and I about our friends from each stage of our life.
We were sharing with our kids about friendship and the different friends we've made along the way.
I told him about my elementary school friends, some of whom I am blessed to still be friends with as we have continued our friendship through life. They have shared my best and my worst. Our lives have moved to different directions, but we still have that special connection of knowing each other for more than three decades.
I also shared that I made beautiful friends during my ballet years. I haven't seen them, but I hold them close to my heart.
Then we moved to Law School friends. Dh and I share many from those years as we went together to Law School. My dear friend Tere now lives in Spain and my dear friend María José lives in the same city, but family life has gotten in the way of us meeting more frequently, although we love each other dearly.
We talked about some of their friends' moms, whom have become friends of mine. We have shared watching our own children grow and blossom. We share many values that we want to pass on to our children and friendship helps.
We arrived home. There, on our mailbox, was a little box for me. I opened it and I found a beautiful angel ornament from my dear friend Sharon. Even though the lateness of the hour, I still had to share more about my friends with my children.
I have met the most amazing women and men through grief. The death of my own children placed me in a sub-culture no one wants to belong to. I was to reach out in pain and met the most wonderful people on earth.
I had to talk about my MISS friends. I am blessed to have met many of them. Still, I haven't met - face to face - most of them. These are the most compassionate, loving people you could ever meet. We have shared the worst pain we have experienced and we are there for each other. We would willingly through ourselves into the pit of sorrow, to cyber-hold each other hand and slowly and gently get out of there to face another day.
Together, we have learned to take one day at a time, sometimes, just remember to breath in and breath out.
We have learned to live life again, even amidst the pain. We have learned to laugh and enjoy our time on earth the best way we can.
We share grief and rage and happiness and memories. But most important of all, we share our beautiful children.
I know I have said this before, but I am honored beyond words to have met these great children through the eyes of their loving parents.
It was time to go to bed. The children were yawning and tired.
Thank you, thank YOU my dear friends for making my life better. Thank YOU for filling it with love and compassion and grief and joy. Thank YOU for still being there for me, after all these years.
Thank YOU Sharon, this post is dedicated to the beautiful memory of smiling, gorgeous Shelby.