I've come to the realization that its extremely rare to go through life sustaining some of the friendships that began when we were still developing into our own. Most people don't even talk to anyone from High School, above and beyond the 'like' button associated with Facebook. I had the fortune of meeting these people early on, as they have contributed much to who I am today.
Insert Personal Rant Here:
Please, when I use the word friend below, consider it's traditional meaning...if you do not remember the traditional meaning, click here and take a journey to the past. Reference definitions 1a, and 4. (1b clearly added recently as a result of facebook).
I've decided to devote this blog to one of my most prized possessions: my friends. Kickin' it old school - these friends of mine share only one common element. High School. These people all have their share of unique qualities...and I'm going to share with you a little from each one.
V:
Veronica and I met in highschool. We spent many a night in her basement listening to Tool and Smashing Pumpkins. She was that person that had made my highschool years less painful...because her picture resides in nearly every good memory to come out of that time of my life. Her family was, in large part, my family too. Veronica moved away a few years ago and began a new life in Tennessee. No matter how busy life gets, no matter how many kids she has occupying her every waking moment...Veronica has always been there. She has always been the friend to call, text, write, send photos...and in retrospect, she is that friend I wish I could be - because, well lets face it...my busy-ness seems to get in the way of keeping in touch. Last year, I specifically sent her birthday card almost two months in advance just so that I wouldn't send it late. I think of her every day, but I know our friendship still thrives because of her selfless attempts to keep in touch; she's my boulder.
LEE:
Lisa is the kindest, least judgemental, person I have ever met. If she wasn't always donning the latest and greatest fashions, I'm convinced angel wings would be perched on her shoulders. We were roommates at one point, though I think I drove her absolutely crazy. She was there when I delivered my son. She was there for my wedding, and the eventual demise of it. She was there at my grad party, to paint my house, to paint my room, and she was there at every funeral I've endured since we've met. She is my voice of reason, because she's never let me down when I've needed a voice of rationale. She always knows what to do. She's savvy, passionate, and caring. No matter the time or distance between us, we pick up right back where we left off when we can make the time.
GREG:
Greg is like my conscience. After all...the guy knows me like the back of his hand. Its a good thing I can't play poker because he'd call my bluff every time. He is the brother I never had. He's a voice of reason, and the calm after a storm. He is the one person that will tell you everything you don't want to hear, if its necessary...and sometimes, it is necessary...and very much appreciated. He inspired me to play guitar, as we spent many a nights through school (and after) singing and playing together. Even when he moved to Florida - he was always there, through thick and thin.
These are my Golden Girls (errr...sorry Greg).
