The definition of a friend…

I have been blessed with tons of great friends. Truly B-L-E-S-S-E-D, blessed. But you know me. I’m honest. There are all different variances of friends. The there when you need them friends. The there when they need you friends. Always there friends, and the there too much friends. You get the idea. We are human and that’s how we roll. It doesn’t make us bad or good. It just is. That’s us. Humans.

Today I am celebrating one of those few, cherished and special friends… The rare and priceless kind. The kind you are separated from for 10+ years and then suddenly they show up because they know you need them. The kind you tell EVERYTHING to. The kind who knows your innermost secrets and the kind that will take those secrets to the grave. The kind that spends countless hours of their demanding days planning, organizing and hosting a benefit to see to it that your dying husband has the funding he needs to continue the fight for the time he wants so badly. The kind that works you through the moment you realize your time with that ‘warrior like’ husband is coming to an end, and ensures you she’ll be there to see you through. The kind of friend who isn’t searching for the right words to say, or is too cowardly to face the hell you are living. I’m talking about the kind of friend who has seen death and prepares you in detail what to expect. Not only did this friend hold my hand as I walked that hell-like journey, she drew me a map. And she was there. She is there…

Happy Birthday to my bestie.

I’ll love you forever. I’ll appreciate you always, and I will never be able to repay you for all that you have and will continue to do for me. But I can promise I will live the remainder of my days trying. Thank you Heather!

Always,

Finns