My grandma's best friend has died.
When I got the text message from my dad, he said it was best for me to call her the next day, because all she wanted to do that night was cry.
The mental image of my frail, 81 year old grandmother, alone in her house, crying over her best friends passing was gut-wrenching. How do you function when your best friend, the one person who has understood you more than anyone, is no longer on the other end of the phone after being there for the last 60 years?
All those memories. All those good times. All the trying times too. What a life to remember.
I can only pray to be as lucky as my grandma. I can only hope that the friends I have now, the best friends I've had for the past 10+ years, will still be around at the end. I hope to be in my 80s or 90s and mourn their loss and have them mourn mine.
Perhaps its just a great reminder for me to call my girls more often and show my love to them. So, in honor of best friends, reach out to yours today. Hug them. Remind them that you're around. And create lasting memories together that you can joke about on the phone, when you're both in different places, in different cities, sitting in your rocking chairs. Memories that won't die.