When my mom was dying, I was in Oregon but Julie lived 3 hours away. It was Friday, January 16, 2009, I called her crying and told her that we had taken my mom to the Dr. that day and it wasn't long before she would leave us. Julie was at work at the time, but left immediately, ran home grabbed some clothes and was at my mom's house within 3 1/2 hours. I didn't ask, I didn't have too, that is type person she is. She was there for me when I needed her and quite honestly she has always been. That wasn't the first time and it won't be the last.
She says I am the strong one, the rock, the survivor and maybe to an extent I am, but not without the support of such an amazing person. I have and will always love her. She isn't a friend, she is my family - my life wouldn't be the same without her in it.
I don't know when the next time will be that I will see her, but I do know that it will be like no time has passed at all. We always pick right up where we left off. At this time in my life I am thankful for the great relationships that I have and that I can count on, her friendship is only one of them but thank goodness I have it.