I have this best friend. Her name is Meghan. She moved to my small town of Moraga, Ca when she was in 7th grade. She was so cool, with her baggy jeans and east coast style. Everyone wanted to be her friend, including me. However, it was not until our final years of high school that we became inseparable. Wherever Meghan was, I was, and vise versa. This even continued throughout college where we experienced everything together, including her joining the Mormon Church and a life changing car accident. Everything we have been through together has made our friendship a binding force that can never be broken. Since getting married we are no longer with each other 24/7, as life has moved us a continent apart. However, I quickly learned, this past weekend, that our friendship will never end as Meghan made a huge sacrifice to be with me and my family for my grandma’s funeral.
Having Meghan come to Bay Area was just like the good old days. It felt perfectly normal and just right having her be a part of our family activities over the weekend. After all, we all consider her a part of the family, regardless if she is “blood” or not.
And that is just it, calling Meghan my best friend is almost not even an appropriate title. To me, she is my sister, in that our bond will never end regardless of what life throws at us. We will always come back to each other and never skip a beat. Even though we do not share a common family, we share life experiences that will forever unite us.
It was great having her there, even though much of the weekend must have been a complete bore. I cannot thank her enough for coming. Thanks Meghan!