This past weekend I had the opportunity to go away with a good girlfriend. Two nights kid free that wasn’t for a conference = heavenly! We shopped and shopped and shopped and went to a spa, and ate, and shopped some more. It was such a lovely treat and a great reminder about how lucky I am to have so many amazing people in my life. B and I have been friends since Grade 7. (Yes, that was more than 20 years ago) I can’t remember exactly the moment we met but we went to school together and except for a few years in our twenties we have been friends ever since. B’s kids are older than mine making her one of my go-to’s for parenting advice.
We travelled to Syracuse, NY to shop and take some time to really explore the area. We did just that. It was truly a blast. Note *I will be blogging about our experiences later this week but I wanted to share more of our story today.
We had a 5+ hour drive to Syracuse. It was a drive that could have been long and filled with many awkward silences. Instead we talked and laughed, and sang, and shared. We discussed everything that was going on in our lives and caught up on some local gossip.
B and I shopped together like we did it every week. We gave each other lots of advice on Christmas gifts, clothing and whether or not to splurge on some items for ourselves. (We did of course!)
On the second night, while having dinner, B got a call from her husband. His grandmother had died and in that moment everything changed. The happiness drained from B’s face and the tears began. This woman, her husband’s grandmother was such an important person in her life, the matriarch of a big, wonderful family. She had taught B lots about love, marriage and family.
We talked for hours about B’s memories of “grandma” and all the wonderful things they did together. We talked about her baking at Christmas, how she always tucked an extra pumpkin pie in the fridge for her grandson and how she loved her great-grandchildren like they were her own. We stayed up late talking and in a way, celebrating her for all that she had given to B and her family.
Instead of getting up early and hitting the last couple of stores, we headed out on a mission to purchase some new dress clothes for B’s kids. As we combed the aisles for black pants, white shirts and a shirt and tie for her husband, I realized that in that moment, there was no where else I would rather be. I didn’t mourn the end of our girls weekend, I didn’t try to find one last bargain, I helped my dear friend purchase funeral clothes for her kids.
Today I thanked the veterans for their service to our country and the world I remembered my grandparents and their involvement and World War Two.
But, I also said thank you for my friends, and prayed B and her family would find a way to honour “grandma” and all she meant to them.