Steph and I have been friends since we were 12 years old. She was my best friend. She is the one friend I still have that knew my father. (He died when I was 13.) Steph and I were inseparable. During the school year we took turns staying the night at each others houses. In the summer, during the week she basically lived at my house because her mother worked and mine stayed home. But on the weekends we were at her house. My mom was "her" mom, and her mom was "mine".
We of course are not as close as we once were but we do try to stay in touch. She has moved away and our family lives tend to keep us pretty busy. I do know this, if I ever needed her, she would be here.
Anyway, I called her yesterday morning with hopes of better news. I was saddened to hear that her mother passed away. The memorial service is today. Nick and I have made arrangements so that we can be there. At first I tried to tell myself I was going for Steph, it was her mom afterall. After lying in bed last night, reminiscing my teenage years, I realized how much Steph's family means to me.
Nancy (Steph's mom) was always happy to see me, or at least acted like it. :) She opened up her home to me more times than anyone would care to count. She opened up her heart too. She was there the day I found out my father had died. She brought Steph over to "be" there with me. Nancy was there with the women of the church when they cleaned the house for my mother and just tried to be there for her. She was there for me in any possible way she could be. I will miss her.
Today I know I will cry. Not only for Steph and Julie but for me too.