Lovely Rita

July 23, 2007

Willowtree says, “Tell us about your best friend. Particularly things like: where you first met, how long you’ve been friends and why you think you are best friends.”

Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away. ~Dinah Craik

That safe place for me would be my friend Rita. We have been friends for what seems like a lifetime, but has really only been about twelve years. The first time I saw her, she had on a pink satin jacket that zipped up the front. Isn’t it funny that I remember that? She had taken over for the media specialist in the school where I worked. I liked her right away. She was great with the kids. I really wanted her to stay on, but instead she moved to the administrative office. We chatted briefly on the phone after that, until I moved to the administrative office also. That’s when we really became friends.

She has seen me through some rough times and some good ones too. Between the two of us there has been a divorce, a flood, a change of residence, three graduations from high school, two from college, some health scares, four weddings, too many funerals, and an unbelievable number of stupid things our kids did and somehow managed to come out relatively unscathed. We clung to each other during some really horrendous years at work. We share music. We share lunch. She is an awesome cook. A great wife and mother. And an awesome friend.

Most of all, we can talk. We talk about work. We talk about our fears and joys. We talk about what is right, what is wrong and how it should be. According to us. We talk about our loves and those that love us. We talk about what hurts our heart and what makes us smile. We talk about gray hairs and sore feet. We talk about how it was back in the day. We talk about how it is now. We talk about politics, religion, war and peace. I can tell her anything. And I usually do. And she loves me just the same. It just doesn’t get any better than that.

*Note: In every single picture I have of Rita, she is on the move; dancing at her son’s wedding, at my daughter’s shower. . . and we are not together in any one of them. Probably because I am always on the other side of the lens. We will remedy that today.



26 Responses to “Lovely Rita”

  1. beccy Says:

    A beautifully written post about your friendship, I hope Rita gets to read it.

  2. milkandhoney Says:

    “…an unbelievable number of stupid things our kids did…” You’re talking about Josh, right? Just checking.

  3. corky Says:

    Very cool. Just goes to show, you just never know when or where you’re going to meet a really good friend!

  4. Debbie Says:

    Great post about your friend. I don’t know where I be without mine.

  5. Jodi Says:

    Rita sounds like a great friend! The world would be a better place if everyone could have a Rita in their life!

    Happy Monday!

  6. giveitatry Says:

    Great post! I agree – I hope Rita gets to read it!

  7. Joy T. Says:

    Rita will be proud. It sounds like you have a great friendship and one that you will be writing about 12 more years from now.

  8. Susan Says:

    “your safe place”…I really like that. It sounds as though the two of you are a perfect fit for each other.

  9. Kaytabug Says:

    Awww what a sweet lovely post! Friends are our “safe place”. I loved the quote at the start!

  10. JennieBoo Says:

    God bless Rita. What a wonderful friend!

    “Friends are the family we choose.”

    Happy Monday!

  11. Amy W Says:

    Funny the things you remember about people!

  12. mjd Says:

    I love reading about Rita, and I know that Rita has a wonderful friend in you.

  13. Pamela Says:

    sometimes a friend makes you wonder if you were really twins separated at birth.

  14. Tiggerlane Says:

    Can’t wait to see the photos…and it is interesting that you remember what she was wearing! How cool.

  15. chrisb Says:

    A confidente and great friend is a gift to cherish- pink satin jacket was she going for the wow factor!!

  16. Karina Says:

    This was beautiful! I only hope that my friendships continue to grow until they’ve become what you have here with Rita!

    Happy Fun Monday!!

  17. theotherbear Says:

    Nope, twins would fight more.
    Lovely post!

  18. Willowtree Says:

    What’s the big deal? I don’t think I’d ever forget meeting someone wearing a pink satin jacket zipped up at the front! Just kidding. It’s nice to have a close friend isn’t it.

  19. Lovely post, Gawilli. So obviously from the heart.

  20. MotherPie Says:

    Best Friends are a blessing.

  21. Rachel Says:

    Sounds like a really great friendship. Glad you guys found each other.

  22. Michelle Says:

    Rita is lucky to have found such a lovely friend in you. She sounds marvelous!

  23. Cazzie Says:

    Absolutely wonderful, friendship like this is just brilliant. My best friend and I have known each other since I was 4, and she was 4 🙂

  24. Hannah Says:

    That’s a lovely post. It sounds like you’ve been through a lot between you.

  25. graymama Says:

    I wanted you to know how much solace your posts have given me since my friend/Buddy’s teacher passed away. The Music of Life post made me cry as did this one, but in a good healing way. Thank you for blogging, and thank you for being a friend.

    Always sending you love and {{{{hugs}}}}

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