After college she was my maid of honor and I was hers. Marriage meant children and career moves to places far away from each other. But before this age of instant communication I could pretty much count on opening my mailbox at least once a week to find a long letter from Sally. Within a few days a long letter from me would go winging it's way to California or Texas or wherever.
Over the years we saw each other infrequently - but when we did, the connection would always resurface and the memories fill our conversations.
Warm chocolate chip just-baked cookies and canasta at her kitchen table, my boxer Buff and her boxer Ginger, the Sundays she'd come along to visit my grandparents up at Voltz Lake. Our sleep-overs, our sock fights at 2:00 in the morning! Reading each other's diaries. Our grade school boyfriends, Brad and Gaylord. Biking to "downtown" Park Ridge to browse the aisles at Ben Franklin. The time I hit her on the head with a biology book in high school study hall. The Halloween parties we had in her basement - the "old fashioned" kind where you had your friends put their hands in bowls of cold, wet spaghetti and say it was someone's "guts". Birthday parties, learning to dance to the early sounds of rock 'n roll. Her ballet classes, my ice skating lessons.
And then college discussions and raising young children discussions and husband discussions and aging parent discussions. We shared so much over the years! Mostly good times, of course some sad times….but that's what best friends are for.
While Dave went fishing in Canada, Sally came up from Indiana for a visit. A "sleep-over". It was good. It was very good. It was best friends who know each other and love each other in spite of, or maybe because of, what we know!
Love you Sal……see you soon!
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