Apart from finding one’s true love and soul mate there is nothing more rewarding than having a lifelong friendship with a best friend.
True friendship withstands the tests of time and distance, and my friendship with Genevieve is proof of that.
We met as eleven year olds in our first year of high school in 1972 and aside from the customary teenage spats we have been best friends ever since.
Like most ordinary middle-aged women we have endured our fair share of turbulence during our lives but we’ve always had each other to help us through rocky times.
Our monthly visits used to be chaotic when we were young women with six children under five years old between us. We often spent more time trying to keep the kids entertained than talking to each other. But we persisted because we knew our friendship was something special and neither of us was prepared to let it go.
Over the years our friendship has endured coping with the pain of divorce, illness, tragedies, loss, death, turmoil and family breakdown. We’ve also shared in the joys of marriage, births, building homes and all the other triumphs in our lives so far.
These days our children are adults so it’s just the two of us when we visit now, just like it was when Gen visited me every week after work when I was desperately lonely living in a flat as an 18-year-old newlywed. She brightened my life back then and still never fails to brighten my life today.
The distance between where we live is about to increase but that won’t bother us, we will still find each other and continue to enrich our friendship until the day we die.
Other people have crowds of friends in their lives. Not me, I only have one close friend and I wouldn’t trade her for anything in the world.