5 years ago today my best friend lost her mother. If it was simply the holding of my friend's hand I had to endure I probably could. But when she left this world my friend lost her best friend and I lost a mother as well... or at least I can't imagine it could hurt any more. This women was simply amazing. I think it was recorded that she had over 600 of her nearest and dearest friends show up to say their good-byes. She was one of those people that everyone couldn't help but love. The kind that people could say they were better people for simply being around her but it was really true.
I met her when I was 12 (I think) soon after my own mother started home schooling me. My friend was in her last year of home schooling getting ready to go into high school and I was just starting out on my home schooling adventure. Both her and her mother ended up influencing me greatly along my path of natural health and healthy eating as well. My favorite birthday gifts came from her in the form of homemade bread and pickles.
My friend and I ended up losing touch quite often as she went away to school and I started a family. But her visits home and her mother's kitchen would always bring us back together with many of our other friends. It was like all of us were "coming home again" when we would walk through the door and gather around the table with her friends as well as our own. I think this "family bond" is what kept our friendship the kind that can survive months without talking and then you can pick up the phone like no time has gone by at all. That is probably the best thing her mom ever did for me... she created a bond between us that I believe anything can withstand.
Which is probably why I feel so bad. Not just for both of our loss in the "mother" each of us had in her but for the fact that all day today I couldn't bring myself to simply pick up the phone and tell my friend that not only was I thinking of her but her mom as well. Instead I kept myself "busy" with the kids so I could tell myself like I do so often that I just didn't have the time. But that wasn't true at all. The truth is I wouldn't even know what to say. It is hard enough to say something to those you can see hurting but what do you say to the person that is probably hurting even more than you are when you are so over come with your own sadness? So there it is. I couldn't call because I felt selfish. I am a mess today and have no idea how I could be the shoulder for her to cry on that she probably deserves and/or needs. But the reality is I do need to call her because I miss her... I miss her like I miss her mom and the difference is I CAN still call her.
Maybe I will in a few more days when I am done crying over my flat loaf of bread I am going to try making yet again!
All my love and comfort to those that knew and loved "Lady L" (my other mother) and most of all to her!