I don’t have many best friends, so to lose one is a big deal.
I’m picky. Particular. I am friendly with loads of people. I’m acquainted with (and related to) people all across this county, not to mention Canada, Brazil, Costa Rica, Israel, France, Scotland, Wales, Germany, England, South Africa, Australia, New Zealand, Hong Kong, Taiwan… Real people, not mere twitter icons.
In my life, aside from my husband, my children, my dogs, one of my cats, and my horses, I’ve had two best friends. Two besties, if you will. BFFs. Two people who have been a big part of me. Literally part of me. People with whom I am so connected it’s as if we share the same soul.
Cheryl died fifteen years ago. A million years before her time. She was only 37.
And now Tom Stronach, a man too alive to ever die, has passed away. 1/27/2015. Tom and I met five years ago online when he commented on some stupid post I’d made. I commented back and we fell instantly into an indescribably close friendship. Oscar and I visited Tom and his wife, Ishbel, two years ago. It was a scary thing to do yet it was a beautiful experience. Tom and Ishbel and Oscar and I share the same wedding date. We both have two daughters and one son and one of our daughters is named Jennie. We are soul mates. We will remain so even though he’s gone.
I can still hear him calling me a git.
Bye Tom. I’ll miss you forever. I’ll make sure to check on Ish for you.
Here is Tom’s site: Is It Me?
Here is his birthday ode to me: Ode to Julia R. Barrett, the Birthday Girl
Here is a post about our visit. He was nice enough not to show me bum: Julia and Oscar
And now I must stop. I can’t see the screen anymore.