December 21st is the anniversary of the death of my very best friend. She was an unlikely best friend in the minds of many, but to me she was nothing less than perfect – probably why she was my very best friend! Her name was Mira and she was almost double my age, but to us age did not matter for we had everything else in common!
Mira was actually the first client that hired my elderly care service, Time to Care. Her lovely daughter Linda (also a dear friend) hooked us up together and our first meeting was a mutual success. You never know when you have a new business and as far as elders go, it has to be frightening to trust your life and your well-being to someone you have just met. It never seemed like we hadn’t been friends though from the very beginning of our relationship.
We liked the same books, the same music, we both enjoyed Opera and more-or-less raised our kids alone. Of course she was much braver on that front since she was a single mother when it was not posh to be a single mother back in the 70s.
Even when I was not taking Mira to the doctor, the dentist, the hospital (her ailments were getting the better of her), the grocery store or the bank, we would chat for hours on the phone or online. We shared email chains and recipes. I would often stop by if my kids were busy and we would watch Opera in her den sitting side-by-side on her couch just absorbing the music.
We ate lunch together and even though she had never really dined out a lot, her and I found some cute little restaurants that she insisted on taking me to (sometimes I would surprise her and stop by one of her favorites for soup or something when we were going to stay in). It did not seem to matter what we did, we just loved being together, sharing the secrets of life.
We only knew one another for about four months when complications from her surgery took my best friend away from me. It was a tragic loss; never to be forgotten! She entered the hospital the first week of December when she called me on a Saturday morning.
We went to the emergency room and from there they admitted my friend. As brave as she was, it was evident that her life was slipping away from her. In about three weeks, she went from my vibrant friend to gracing the doors to Heaven.
When she told me that I had to let go, that her time here on Earth was ending, my heart broke in two. It is not often that we meet the perfect friend; a confidant that knows our soul. When we do, we must be grateful for any time that we are allowed! Let this be my advice to other mothers seeking solace in a friend: When the right one is sent to you, embrace him or her for the angel that they are. No matter how long you have them, enjoy them and be thankful for every moment that you have!
Merry Christmas Mira! The mutual love that we shared will always burn brightly in my heart!