Way back, a long time ago, during a time that feels like just yesterday, when I was no older than 11 or 12, nobody liked me. Girls are ruthless at that age, and I was currently at the wrong end of the stick. All my friends had decided not to like me anymore for who knows what reason. But there was this one girl who came up to me, right beside the water fountain leading to that ever-familiar middle school gym that I will never forget and said with all the frankness in the world (there has never been beating around the bush for this one) I will be your friend, you can hang out with me! She was my lifeline during a time that was brutally hard. She gave me a place to sit a lunch and a person to search for in between classes. Her name was Alisha.
That was almost 30 years ago and still, after friendships have come and gone, jobs have come and gone, boys have come and gone, and living close to each other hasn't come our direction since we lived with our parents, she continues to be a touch stone for me. She has been one of the few constants in my life. She always did and continues to provide laughter that my soul craves unlike anyone else ever can. We become those pure souls when we are together. Things are simple when you hang out with someone that knows you since before you even really knew who you were yourself. She knows my heartbreak of childhood and has seen me at my worst as an adult. And yet, this friendship only gets richer and deeper with age. That's the way it should be right? That's the way true friendship should age but those friendships are so hard to come by and life pulls so many apart that most people don't get to experience these types of friendships. I feel so blessed to still, after all these years and oodles of life events have a true friendship that has aged like fine wine.
I couldn't even begin to pinpoint a favorite memory or time with Alisha. From those good ol' days at the LAK and then, fast forward a good 20 years to celebrating 40th birthdays together, there are just too many memories to pick out one or two that resonate in my mind. When I think of Alisha, I don't and can't think of a certain timeframe or a certain memory, but rather, when I think of Alisha, I think of a part of who I am. She is a part of who I am.
Not many good things come out of the death of a parent, that's for sure. Especially when it's a parent as loved as my mom was. But one good thing about her death was bringing Alisha and I back into each other's lives in a real way. We hadn't seen each other in years by the time my mom died. Sure, there was the occasional text here or there but when my mom passed away, Alisha was the first person I told. She was that touching stone for me. When she showed up at her funeral, with tears in her eyes, after all the years that had passed, my heart smiled, if even for just a brief second during such an overwhelmingly devastating time. After all those years, I needed my friends more than I knew. I needed those that knew me best there. I needed them to be there to ground me in the horrific reality that I now faced. And Alisha was there. That's a true friend.
So, all these years later and after the death of my mom whom Alisha also had a special bond with, we have gotten to rekindle our friendship that has aged like a fine wine (not like the nasty stuff we used to drink in high school :)
And oh boy, have we had fun!
Recently Alisha decided that she needed to have a winter getaway so she could wear her god-awful winter clothes. Yes, she plans trips around places that will allow her to wear her overly ugly wardrobe! And, since I'm just a hop skip and a jump away from Jackson, she planned it for a time when I would be there so we could hang out.
We were able to go out for some nice dinners where we laughed like we were 15 again. We did some shopping, and we went on a sleigh ride together. But more than doing "things" together, it's the ability to not do anything in particular with her and still have a blast that defines such a great friendship. It's the conversations in between doing things that still happen so easily that make this friendship special.
40 years old now and it still feels like we stepped out of the high school halls together. There's just nothing like it and I wouldn't trade her (and all of her crazy outfits) for anything in the world! I love you like a sister, Alisha. Thank you for being you.

