Mick, me, my son Danny and Nedra.
They arrived on Tuesday morning...and I don't think I have felt that much pure joy for many years.
Nedra is on the far right and Mick is on the left of me. Mick graduated from high school with my husband Patrick back in 1952 and joined the Merchant Marines and Patrick joined the Marine Corp. Nedra married Mick in January of 1954 and I married Patrick in June, the day after my graduation from high school.
Both Nedra and I were both just 17 years old. Mick was just 19 and Patrick 20. How young we were.
The first morning after they arrived...I knocked lightly on their door and when Neddie answered I opened the door and ran in and piled on top of them..hugging them both, all of us laughing and talking at once.
I suddenly began crying and couldn't stop...and when I did...it was ...just such joy to be with them again.
I hadn't seen Mick in about six years and Nedra in three. They moved to Arkansas some years ago after Patrick's death...and have lived there ever since.
Of course they were with me through Patrick's death...and later when I remarried...and lost Frank, Nedra flew out to be with me and stayed over a month.
They are, to me, more than I can put into words. Mick is my friend and buddy, a brother, but most of all he was my husbands best friend.
This is not a post that will interest most of you...but this is where I have been. I am losing followers...but lots has been happening to me...and as I look back over the past 13 years...an awful lot has happened.
Probably the same with everyone. My world changed so drastically...and just continued to do so.
I no longer trust that I know what tomorrow will bring. I don't. But..
I have friends. People I cherish, can depend on in times of crisis...have had come live with us when times were bad for them and lived with them when times were hard for us.
They were there through the deaths of both my husbands. Always supportive...their home is my home.
I think the first day they arrived we hugged one another every five minutes...cried a bit..knowing this visit would fly by..and it did.
We also knew that this could be the last time we saw one another. Something I never thought would come but it has.
Of course we say we will go visit them..but will we? Hopefully we will be able to do that.
We each hope it isn't the death of one of us that will bring us together again.
Between us we had 12 children. Can you imagine living in a house with friends and that many young ones, not to mention two dogs and two cats? We did it. We have memories that we treasure as do all our children! Our friendship is so rare...so precious and we know it and treasure it.
Now Mick and my patient husband, Howard, are becoming good friends and after meeting them he understands what treasures they are, why our friendship has endured these past 61 years. These are not Christmas card friends once a year...these are friends of constant phone calls. Always there, always constant. They are a blessing!
I thank God for friends every single day of my life.
Love and hugs,