Do you have mind albums? I do. Tucked away on a dusty shelf , holding the most precious of snapshots, these mind albums wait until someone picks them up, blows the dust off, and lovingly turns the pages to the memories closest to our hearts; those that played the most important part in molding who we are right now. Like a child pulling on my shirttail beckoning my every ounce of attention and energy, I stopped everything last week and turned to a page in my mind album.
My Mom lost her bff last week and the moment I received the news, I turned to a small black and white snapshot of a very cute lady resembling Betty Boop and her hunky boyfriend rocking the "Elvis" wave. They were and are two of my mom and dad's closest and dearest childhood friends. I remember the glow on the faces of my parents whenever they got news that they would be coming to town. During these far between visits I caught a glimpse of who my mom and dad were as youngsters; long before the responsibilities of jobs and children and long before the heart ache of loss.
Laughter was at the forefront of all these visits and because these friends "got" them, I saw my parents as they really are at their core. They finished each other's sentences. They told wicked jokes, laughed and argued, told the same silly stories that I could never get enough of and they would do this until the sun came up. It was during one of these visits that I first heard my father sing. Wow! Albeit, it was a bilingual version of Duke of Earl that, well, let's just say Glitterific Girl doesn't need to hear the lyrics to it.
(tu, tu, tu... tu cabron...tu, tu...tu cabron...)
It still makes me giggle. I'm naughty...like Glitterific Girl and my parents...and their friends.
I realized that these visits molded my opinion and my values of what true friendship truly looks like, sounds like and who I keep in my inner circle.
To my friends...thank you for "getting" me and to all my parent's friends...thank you for loving them and showing me what true friendship really is.