Soul sister.

I got to see one of my oldest and truly dearest friends last week.
Kathy has always just gotten me. Define "Getting someone".
We get it. We are both old souls in relatively (?) young (?) bodies.
Both more truthful than is necessary or expected from anyone else.
Totally insightful into other peoples situations, but we dont always grasp where the hell our own tails are all the time. We talked about stuff that... honestly.. You dont talk about.
I felt the comfort level just fall into place.
I could have talked for days. Interesting how she remembers stuff that I forgot. Our families have crossed like the veins on a leaf. We have come together and faded out numerous times, But continue on the same path. We each have lost, but have loved more than most.
We are lucky to call each other friends from the beginning.
I have been fortunate in my life to have some friends. Shit look at Facebook. You know what that means when I turn out the lights?
Nothing.
It means nothing, those people dont get it. Yeah Ill read about their kids, dogs, vacations, what they are cooking for dinner, but you know what?
Do they know why I cant think of Rocky Raccoon without crying and laughing at the same time?
Do they know what a grove is?
Do they know why I look for white birch beer, but never order/buy it?
Do they know what its like to have a friend that offers to drive you away on your wedding day- and mean it?
Do they know how much my Dad and Mom loved each other?
Do they know who my first love was? were they there?
I dont think so.
So ode to my soul sister.. (who should have been my sister inlaw since I was destined to marry her brother....)
I dedicate this post to you Kath, my camp buddy, my woods walking, lake hiking, eavesdropping in the bunk, barsitting, wedding bridesmaid, secret telling friend.
I imagine us sitting on the back porch of your Mom and Dads house on that red swoopie chair talking about... who knows what.. but it has meant a lifetime of "I've got your back, Im on your side and I get it's."


Heres a memory for you... walking back up my road late at night in the pitch dark. walking by the light of the mountain stars and moon.
Oh for 5 minutes there.
Thats what this picture reminds me of.