Blanche, my very good friend of 30 years.
My good friend from White Rock, is here to visit. She has been here before many times and always, I look forward to seeing her. There is something about long term friends that is most wonderful. I met my friend in a nursery of a church. My marriage was crumbling, and I had three babies under three. I went to the nursery to feed my child and this woman was also there feeding her son. I told her how my life was in shambles and I wished to have a friend. She said she would be my friend and we have never looked back. Her life and mine were very different and she is very different than I am, but through thick and thin, we have loved each other, supported one another and always, always been there when we were needed, no matter what or when. When my brother was killed in a house fire and I was incoherent and unable to break the news to my mother, my friend and her husband came with me to share the terrible news. We have laughed and cried and spent time in silence, just knowing we were together, though neither had to speak. This is true friendship and this has endured for many years, almost 30 now. Our lives have not been easy and our children have presented trials, but we have stuck together. Now I have chosen to move to Alberta, while she remains in White Rock, yet she has been here 4 times to visit in two years. I am eternally grateful for her and for our wonderful and blessed friendship. Life is wonderful and gives much promise, like the young baby ducks hatched two days ago. Today they are out and about to see the world and my friend is here to explore my world once again. I am blessed to have a friend, really I am.
Fluffy writes daily about the experiences on the farm and with the bed and breakfast patrons.