When one thinks of the people and relationships that are in her life, one can't help but think of her family. Parents and siblings. Grandparents. Aunts and Uncles. Cousins. And of course, if one is married, there is the family on that side as well. All of these people make up the connections (and sometimes disconnections) of a life lived from infancy into adulthood. Lessons learned, trials faced, and of course love given and received.
And then there are friends. The ones you make in childhood that last well into adulthood. I have such a friend. Her name is Bernie.
Bernie and I met when we were six years old. She lived across the street from me. A street that was full of kids and one that to a six year old's eyes, seemed magical. There were forts to build, forests and creeks to explore, games to play and even a haunted house in amongst a stand of trees. I remember the day it was torn down to make way for some new houses. It was like the sky had been opened up - almost apocolyptic. No more trees. No more haunted house. But when the bulldozers came to dig up the soil to make way for those new basements, we were all giddy with excitement because there were mountains to climb!
Bernie is in the second row on the left.
I'm in the front row fourth from the left.