We’ve known each other since the first grade and became close friends in junior high.  To this day, “Shell Shell” (that’s what I call her, and yes, that’s how I spell it) and I remain close.  We saw each other through our formative years and into adulthood.  She was there when Donovon and I first started dating, and she was my bridesmaid in our wedding.  She’s seen Alexa grow into a young woman, and she is Ava’s godmother.  To say that she’s very important to me would be an understatement.

We may not spend much time together, but we have a very special bond that has proven unbreakable.  Having such a rich history together, I consider Shell Shell my sister.  And I know, at the core of my soul, that she and I will continue to be there for each no matter what.

Michelle came to the hospital shortly after my father’s stroke and spent hours with me, easing the strain and comforting me.  I needed her there.  I knew that I would feel better when she got there.  As the stress and exhaustion began to take over, Michelle’s presence alone gave me so much strength.

It was a little over ten years ago that I went to the hospital when Michelle’s father fell ill.  He, too, passed away.  My heart hurt for her and her whole family.  They are so very close.  I lived with them for a short time while going to UT.  I’m so thankful for those memories, and to have lived in that house so filled with love.

When Michelle arrived at the visitation service for my father, I walked up to her and fell into her arms sobbing.  That’s who she is – my best friend of almost thirty years who will hold me up when I need her most.  I pray that she knows I will do the same for her.

I’m so incredibly grateful for you, Michelle, and I love you so much.