"I was my mom's best friend."
We believed we were. She was definitely ours.
But we were her daughters and her sons. My dad was her boyfriend and then her husband. Mom had a "Best Friend", her name was Debbie.
Sometimes they called each other "Ethel" and "Daisy". Sometimes they called each other to go to Reams, Shakeys, or Der Ratzkeller. Sometimes they called each other "out" like when one made the other WAIT. But if my mom was here today, she would still call Debbie her "Best Friend".Debbie is a little piece of my mom. Being around her is like being around my mom. Debbie has listened to us vent, laugh, and complain. She cries with us. And she encourages us. She reminds us how proud Mom was of us and how much she loved us. Debbie misses my mom the way we miss her. She loves her like we do.
Thank you Debbie, for taking us to lunch yesterday. It was so fun and so sweet. Thank you Shauna, Becky, and Kami for letting us talk, laugh, and cry, but especially for sharing your mom.
We love each of you and are SO thankful for BEST FRIENDS!