Sisters at Heart

Majority of my readers do not know me personally. By this I mean most of you have not met me in person and know only what I tell you about myself. A few of my readers know me and you know who you are.

One of the people who reads this who REALLY knows me recently commented to one of my posts as saying we are sisters at heart. She has been on my mind so much lately and I feel like I need to tell all of my other readers about her.

I met my sister at heart, Charla, almost 13 years ago. We were 2 small town girls fresh out of high school going to college in a much bigger city than either of us were used to. We did not know each other until that first day of college but we hit it off immediately. Charla and I have been the best of friends since.

I honestly do not know how I would have gotten thru college without her being there by my side. She was there for me when I moved out into my first apartment, I was there to watch her marry her wonderful husband. To say that we were naïve is an understatement. We took a trip to San Francisco, the first trip either of us had taken by ourselves. We still laugh about that trip to this day. I am sure that we will sit together when we are 80 and will still be laughing about that trip.

I was there for the birth of her youngest son. I was privileged to hold him within minutes of him being born and that is an experience that I will never forget.

She was there for me when Shawn died. With everything that going on during the days following his death, I honestly don’t know how she even knew what happened or when the funeral was. This girl drove 4 hours to show up at his funeral without my knowing she was even coming. She went out of her way and was there for me on the hardest day of my life and for that I will forever be grateful to her.

We have had so many moments of laughter and shed so many tears together. We have been together during the great times and together during the horrible times.

Charla is one of the most loving, caring, and selfless women I know. I am a better person for knowing her.

We may not talk as often as we would like and we definitely don’t see each other as much as we would like but we are always there for each other and I know that I can call her and she will be there in a heartbeat when it really matters and I hope she knows the same goes for me.

Charla, I love you. And I thank you for your friendship.

I hope that everyone who reads this blog has their own “Charla”. People like her are what make the world a better place and make all of us better people.