I met my best friend in 1976 when we moved to Chalfont. She lived two doors down and it was an immediate friendship. We have been there for each other every day through joys and sorrows. It was and still is a perfect friendship only now there is a slight imperfection. My friend suffered two brain aneurisms a year apart. Each required brain surgery. She now speaks a bit slower and walks quite funny. It really doesn't matter to either of us. We still laugh and cry with each other and are always there in times of need.
We see and talk with each other on a daily basis. Right now, I am helping her do her family's genealogy and she's doing just fine with it. I'm good with the computer researching and she's got beautiful handwriting to fill in the family tree charts.
Perfection, apparently, is in the eye of the beholder.
10 comments:
Very nice! You're lucky to have and to be such a faithful friend.
Such a sweet but sad story and I love your ending statement
A lovely story and a good example of perfection in imperfection.
What a beautiful story! How lucky you both are to have such a wonderful friendship. I really like your blog header too!
I love this story and I think it is awesome that ya'll are still friends. Love it!
That's a lovely story and your friendship does sound absolutely perfect :-)
what a lovely friendship
That is a beautiful take on this challenge. Great idea and a lovely story. Perfect!
What a beautiful story. Thank you for sharing!
What a lovely friendship, you are lucky and you will miss her.
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