My Best Friend

Lady Jewel · 02-01-2010, 01:26 PM

My Grandma Ruth was my best friend, my teacher, my sister, my mentor, and my soulmate. She listened without judgement. Taught without lecturing. Gave without expecting anything in return. Shared unconditionally with an open spirit. The world was her child that she loved. My Grandmother was everything a best friend should be. Gawd, I miss her.

Jewel

Diva · 02-01-2010, 02:32 PM

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Originally Posted by Lady Jewel

My Grandma Ruth was my best friend, my teacher, my sister, my mentor, and my soulmate. She listened without judgement. Taught without lecturing. Gave without expecting anything in return. Shared unconditionally with an open spirit. The world was her child that she loved. My Grandmother was everything a best friend should be. Gawd, I miss her.

Jewel

That is so lovely, Jewel....thank You for posting this.....just beautiful!

Deborah · 02-01-2010, 03:07 PM

You may not know me but I am not the type to get all sappy on a public forum and those that read my post know I am a professed 'hater' but reading about everyones best friends made me so sad that I had to do this post partly because in my way of thinking my best friend although she is gone will see this somehow and know she will always be a part of me.

You see my best friend is Rebecca, we met in 7th grade she was the new girl coming in the middle of the semester...and she was so pretty...and shy. Now me I wasn't shy (although I have learned to be reserved) so I just quite confidently told her there are 2 boys in the 7th grade and they cant both be my boyfriend so since she was so pretty I knew one of them could be hers...we spent the remainder of the school year trading those two boys back and forth about every 2 weeks...life went on... and that was where my career dancing for juke box quarters in the bowling alley started, Rebecca and I at 13 years old...

I was in her wedding, I was Godmother to her son, I was there when her 4 year old daughter had open heart surgery, I was there through her divorce...I was there through every surgery, every heartbreak, every up and down. Unfortunately the downs were more than Rebecca could handle...as a young teenager she was a cutter, as an adult she was an alcoholic...she tried to be happy but it eluded her...she just couldn't see it or appreciate it...she was ill and there was no one but Rebecca that could help her and she just wasn't strong enough...she gave up that fight a year ago this month by getting into her car in her closed garage and turning on the ignition.

I know at that moment she didn't believe she was loved enough to stay here and fight the fight...but I hope she knows now that I loved her then so very much and did all those 44 years and as the anniversary of that night comes and goes I love her still...and miss her more than I can say...hold those you love dear as I am sure you all do and never miss a chance to tell them...

I love you and miss you Rebecca, till we meet again.

Diva · 02-01-2010, 05:09 PM

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Originally Posted by jaqueline

You may not know me but I am not the type to get all sappy on a public forum and those that read my post know I am a professed 'hater' but reading about everyones best friends made me so sad that I had to do this post partly because in my way of thinking my best friend although she is gone will see this somehow and know she will always be a part of me.

You see my best friend is Rebecca, we met in 7th grade she was the new girl coming in the middle of the semester...and she was so pretty...and shy. Now me I wasn't shy (although I have learned to be reserved) so I just quite confidently told her there are 2 boys in the 7th grade and they cant both be my boyfriend so since she was so pretty I knew one of them could be hers...we spent the remainder of the school year trading those two boys back and forth about every 2 weeks...life went on... and that was where my career dancing for juke box quarters in the bowling alley started, Rebecca and I at 13 years old...

I was in her wedding, I was Godmother to her son, I was there when her 4 year old daughter had open heart surgery, I was there through her divorce...I was there through every surgery, every heartbreak, every up and down. Unfortunately the downs were more than Rebecca could handle...as a young teenager she was a cutter, as an adult she was an alcoholic...she tried to be happy but it eluded her...she just couldn't see it or appreciate it...she was ill and there was no one but Rebecca that could help her and she just wasn't strong enough...she gave up that fight a year ago this month by getting into her car in her closed garage and turning on the ignition.

I know at that moment she didn't believe she was loved enough to stay here and fight the fight...but I hope she knows now that I loved her then so very much and did all those 44 years and as the anniversary of that night comes and goes I love her still...and miss her more than I can say...hold those you love dear as I am sure you all do and never miss a chance to tell them...

I love you and miss you Rebecca, till we meet again.

She knows.....and she is right there.....next to You. <smile>

You are dear.

Gemme · 02-06-2010, 12:47 AM

Like the Berry, I have friends that fall into different categories, but I'm only going to talk about one now.

There is Jeff (not her real name but is part of a family joke). We've known each other for so long, we argue about WHEN we met. She says it was one year and she was NOT on crutches. I say it was the year before and she WAS on crutches. She spent a lot of time crutches, for the record.

Tomato. To mah toe.

The point is, we've known each other since grade school. We're both Geminis and, for 5 days each year, we are the same age. We both love the written word and reading and talking and thinking and theorizing about things that are inconsequential to anything and anyone. I can only be like that with her. I can also have an entire conversation with her without saying a word. Silence is not weighted or timed with her. It just is.

She was the one who never wanted kids and I wanted a huge house full of the little buggers. Fast forward....she has my heart nephew (the happiest accident she's ever had) and I, minus one miscarriage, have none. Both of us are divorced, although I have one up on her. As the older of the two, I guess it's my job to do things 'more' than her.

She wanted to work for a museum, to travel the deserts and to be a fantastical archeologist. She has always had such passion for it; I just KNEW she'd be excellent at it. Plus, she's got good German blood in her and tans in a heartbeat, the brat. Her skin can take the desert.

I wanted love. I wanted a family. I wanted to save all of the children of the world, but my hopes of going into social work were dashed very early on. I would have liked to become independently wealthy getting that family and saving those kids, but I wouldn't be picky, as long as everything I wanted happened. Oooopsie. *wry grin*

If either of us were to win the Lottery, I know EXACTLY who we would bestow the money to and in EXACTLY the order we'd do it and neither of us would give it to the other first. We're linked like that. She's one of those, like some of you have mentioned, that can pick up right where we left off. We can even pick up the exact conversation we were having then.

Her mother was my surrogate mother and, for a short time, I lived with her family. They are a big family, in every way, and they enveloped me into their core....the safety of their womb....with no thought whatsoever. Many years earlier, they'd done what they could to minimize the time I spent at home and to keep me safer. They knew something wasn't right, though I never said a word about what was happening.

She and her mom are the ONLY reasons I went to college. The only reasons I've become more than a welfare check. Without either of them, but especially Jeff, I'd have given in to my demons a long time ago. And that's the best friend you could ever have.....one who gives enough of their soul to keep yours intact when you need it.

I have more to say but I'm at work and I need to skidaddle.

suebee · 02-06-2010, 08:59 AM

Throughout the years I've had different "best friends". There was Judy throughout grade school and Jr. High, and then when we went to different high schools I made friends with Karen, Bev and Paula. The four of us were inseparable. Three of us went to live in the same city to go to school and our friendship continued for years. Since then I've always had a number of really close friends - friends I would trust my life with. As a matter of fact I did so litterally when I had surgery for lung cancer a couple of years ago, and named Mary and Pat as co-medical trustees - you know, In case anything went wrong.

I think I went through a long period as an adult wondering why I didn't have A best friend. Then I came to realize that each of my friends occupies a different place in my heart - fills a different need - allows me to be a little more of who I am. I am blessed. I truly am.

But yet again the Universe decided to bless me.

My best friend now is my beloved Ima Dandy. She's my heart and soul. We like doing the same things. It's the little things that count: walking on the beach as often as we can, hunting for bargains, cuddling while we watch a video, dreaming what to do to make the house truly OURS.

It doesn't get much better than this.

I'm one lucky

IttyBittyFem · 02-07-2010, 03:39 AM

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Originally Posted by cybersuebee

My best friend now is my beloved Ima Dandy. She's my heart and soul. We like doing the same things. It's the little things that count: walking on the beach as often as we can, hunting for bargains, cuddling while we watch a video, dreaming what to do to make the house truly OURS.

It doesn't get much better than this.

I'm one lucky

Indeed, this is refeshingly touching. I just adore a happily ever after story. Thank you for sharing.

Stud_puppy1991 · 05-26-2011, 12:52 PM

I have a few good best friends. They have seen me at my worst, and I have seen them at theirs. We do everything together and we share everything. My main best friend is Cherico, and she and I have a tight bond. I first met her when i was a junior in high school and she was a sophomore. I met her at our school's S.T.R.I.D.E. club. (Students and Teachers Respecting Individuality, Diversity, and Equality club.) I went over to talk to her and the rest is history. I had a huge crush on her at one point, and we ended up going out. She is also the first one i ever came out to. We were the most "interesting" couple, seeing a butch with a victorian goth, but it was a good relationship. However, it died down, because it was just too awkward for her. But, our bond is still tight. She is my rock. She's stuck by me through everything. Especially when i lost my dad.
She and I are like sisters, but we are great. I'm the March Hare, She's the Mad Hatter.

Gemme · 05-26-2011, 09:51 PM

Today is my best friend's birthday!

02-01-2010, 01:26 PM	#1
Lady Jewel Member How Do You Identify?: * Preferred Pronoun?: * Relationship Status: * Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: * Posts: 298 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 120 Thanked 322 Times in 124 Posts Rep Power: 792	My best friend...My soulmate My Grandma Ruth was my best friend, my teacher, my sister, my mentor, and my soulmate. She listened without judgement. Taught without lecturing. Gave without expecting anything in return. Shared unconditionally with an open spirit. The world was her child that she loved. My Grandmother was everything a best friend should be. Gawd, I miss her. Jewel

02-01-2010, 03:07 PM	#3
Deborah Member How Do You Identify?: queer femme Preferred Pronoun?: Babydoll is a start.... Relationship Status: Mrs. Livingston 4/20/2013 Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Nashville where my heart belongs... Posts: 611 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 3,451 Thanked 1,454 Times in 276 Posts Rep Power: 14676216	You may not know me but I am not the type to get all sappy on a public forum and those that read my post know I am a professed 'hater' but reading about everyones best friends made me so sad that I had to do this post partly because in my way of thinking my best friend although she is gone will see this somehow and know she will always be a part of me. You see my best friend is Rebecca, we met in 7th grade she was the new girl coming in the middle of the semester...and she was so pretty...and shy. Now me I wasn't shy (although I have learned to be reserved) so I just quite confidently told her there are 2 boys in the 7th grade and they cant both be my boyfriend so since she was so pretty I knew one of them could be hers...we spent the remainder of the school year trading those two boys back and forth about every 2 weeks...life went on... and that was where my career dancing for juke box quarters in the bowling alley started, Rebecca and I at 13 years old... I was in her wedding, I was Godmother to her son, I was there when her 4 year old daughter had open heart surgery, I was there through her divorce...I was there through every surgery, every heartbreak, every up and down. Unfortunately the downs were more than Rebecca could handle...as a young teenager she was a cutter, as an adult she was an alcoholic...she tried to be happy but it eluded her...she just couldn't see it or appreciate it...she was ill and there was no one but Rebecca that could help her and she just wasn't strong enough...she gave up that fight a year ago this month by getting into her car in her closed garage and turning on the ignition. I know at that moment she didn't believe she was loved enough to stay here and fight the fight...but I hope she knows now that I loved her then so very much and did all those 44 years and as the anniversary of that night comes and goes I love her still...and miss her more than I can say...hold those you love dear as I am sure you all do and never miss a chance to tell them... I love you and miss you Rebecca, till we meet again. __________________ "Slow to trust but I'm quick to love, I push too hard and I give too much, I aint saying I'm perfect, but I promise I'm worth it" "The Good Within Me Honors The Good Within You"

02-06-2010, 12:47 AM	#5
Gemme Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Queer Stone Femme Girl of the Unicorn Variety Preferred Pronoun?: She, as in 'She's a GEM' Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: The roads are narrow here Posts: 36,631 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 182,498 Thanked 107,878 Times in 25,665 Posts Rep Power: 21474889	Like the Berry, I have friends that fall into different categories, but I'm only going to talk about one now. There is Jeff (not her real name but is part of a family joke). We've known each other for so long, we argue about WHEN we met. She says it was one year and she was NOT on crutches. I say it was the year before and she WAS on crutches. She spent a lot of time crutches, for the record. Tomato. To mah toe. The point is, we've known each other since grade school. We're both Geminis and, for 5 days each year, we are the same age. We both love the written word and reading and talking and thinking and theorizing about things that are inconsequential to anything and anyone. I can only be like that with her. I can also have an entire conversation with her without saying a word. Silence is not weighted or timed with her. It just is. She was the one who never wanted kids and I wanted a huge house full of the little buggers. Fast forward....she has my heart nephew (the happiest accident she's ever had) and I, minus one miscarriage, have none. Both of us are divorced, although I have one up on her. As the older of the two, I guess it's my job to do things 'more' than her. She wanted to work for a museum, to travel the deserts and to be a fantastical archeologist. She has always had such passion for it; I just KNEW she'd be excellent at it. Plus, she's got good German blood in her and tans in a heartbeat, the brat. Her skin can take the desert. I wanted love. I wanted a family. I wanted to save all of the children of the world, but my hopes of going into social work were dashed very early on. I would have liked to become independently wealthy getting that family and saving those kids, but I wouldn't be picky, as long as everything I wanted happened. Oooopsie. wry grin If either of us were to win the Lottery, I know EXACTLY who we would bestow the money to and in EXACTLY the order we'd do it and neither of us would give it to the other first. We're linked like that. She's one of those, like some of you have mentioned, that can pick up right where we left off. We can even pick up the exact conversation we were having then. Her mother was my surrogate mother and, for a short time, I lived with her family. They are a big family, in every way, and they enveloped me into their core....the safety of their womb....with no thought whatsoever. Many years earlier, they'd done what they could to minimize the time I spent at home and to keep me safer. They knew something wasn't right, though I never said a word about what was happening. She and her mom are the ONLY reasons I went to college. The only reasons I've become more than a welfare check. Without either of them, but especially Jeff, I'd have given in to my demons a long time ago. And that's the best friend you could ever have.....one who gives enough of their soul to keep yours intact when you need it. I have more to say but I'm at work and I need to skidaddle. __________________ Gemme's Journal I'm misunderestimated. Last edited by Gemme; 02-06-2010 at 12:49 AM.

02-06-2010, 08:59 AM	#6
suebee Member How Do You Identify?: TOWANDA! Preferred Pronoun?: Queen Bee Relationship Status: Good 'n married. Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: Eastern Canada. But if I make a wrong turn at the lights I get stopped by a border guard. Posts: 1,499 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 2,355 Thanked 2,756 Times in 820 Posts Rep Power: 16450093	Throughout the years I've had different "best friends". There was Judy throughout grade school and Jr. High, and then when we went to different high schools I made friends with Karen, Bev and Paula. The four of us were inseparable. Three of us went to live in the same city to go to school and our friendship continued for years. Since then I've always had a number of really close friends - friends I would trust my life with. As a matter of fact I did so litterally when I had surgery for lung cancer a couple of years ago, and named Mary and Pat as co-medical trustees - you know, In case anything went wrong. I think I went through a long period as an adult wondering why I didn't have A best friend. Then I came to realize that each of my friends occupies a different place in my heart - fills a different need - allows me to be a little more of who I am. I am blessed. I truly am. But yet again the Universe decided to bless me. My best friend now is my beloved Ima Dandy. She's my heart and soul. We like doing the same things. It's the little things that count: walking on the beach as often as we can, hunting for bargains, cuddling while we watch a video, dreaming what to do to make the house truly OURS. It doesn't get much better than this. I'm one lucky __________________ "Compassion, in which all ethics must take root, can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind." -Albert Schweitzer

05-26-2011, 09:51 PM	#9
Gemme Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: Queer Stone Femme Girl of the Unicorn Variety Preferred Pronoun?: She, as in 'She's a GEM' Join Date: Nov 2009 Location: The roads are narrow here Posts: 36,631 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 182,498 Thanked 107,878 Times in 25,665 Posts Rep Power: 21474889	Today is my best friend's birthday! __________________ Gemme's Journal I'm misunderestimated.

05-26-2011, 12:52 PM	#8
Stud_puppy1991 Member How Do You Identify?: butch, gentleman Preferred Pronoun?: Hy, Hym, "Hey Handsome", and also throwing in a "Sup man" or a "You're sexy" will work Relationship Status: Back to Bachelorhood Join Date: May 2011 Location: Louisville, Kentucky Posts: 586 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 499 Thanked 995 Times in 361 Posts Rep Power: 7051416	I have a few good best friends. They have seen me at my worst, and I have seen them at theirs. We do everything together and we share everything. My main best friend is Cherico, and she and I have a tight bond. I first met her when i was a junior in high school and she was a sophomore. I met her at our school's S.T.R.I.D.E. club. (Students and Teachers Respecting Individuality, Diversity, and Equality club.) I went over to talk to her and the rest is history. I had a huge crush on her at one point, and we ended up going out. She is also the first one i ever came out to. We were the most "interesting" couple, seeing a butch with a victorian goth, but it was a good relationship. However, it died down, because it was just too awkward for her. But, our bond is still tight. She is my rock. She's stuck by me through everything. Especially when i lost my dad. She and I are like sisters, but we are great. I'm the March Hare, She's the Mad Hatter.

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