I have a lifelong friend. This is not something I take for granted.
We were both born into devout Mormon families in Pretoria and were besties from the get-go.
Both great lovers of the performing arts, we loved the stage and went on to teach, Natalie in Dance and me Drama.
Then as teenagers we were split up when she moved to Ecuador. We were later reunited when I studied at Brigham Young University in Provo Utah.
One of my most precious memories is of how I had but one tragic potato left on my shared kitchen shelf in smelly student housing. I was feeling desperately out of place in this new culture and waiting on my first paycheck from my legally allowed minimum wage 20 hour a week on-campus job, sucking the revolting food waste from the University cafeteria drains. I wasn’t sure where my next meal would come from and was too proud to ask anyone for help.
I came limping home from another endless night shift to discover two fresh baked loaves sitting on my kitchen table with a little note from Natty who was then working at a local bakery. I sat down in the morning light and wept. My friend had my back. She didn’t know, but she knew. Isn’t that friendship in a nutshell?
When I was pursuing my graduate studies at New York University she came to stay and we got to meet up one last time in person in Washington DC where she was house sitting for her eldest sister and I fell in love with her firstborn Byron, who is now 23.
It is midlife that has brought us back together with almost daily conversations that are honest and helpful. We value our love so much that we wanted to share it with you.
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