The Stuff That Life is Made of

My dear friend, Suzanna, was the type of friend that comes along once in a lifetime. The kind that you can share anything with, no matter how silly, or stupid and know that they'll love you anyway. She loved my kids like they were her own and she was the one I wanted to leave my kids to, should anything happen to my husband and I because she was like me and I knew they'd get to know me by who she was. Everyone LOVED Suzanna. She could meet someone new and five minutes later, they would feel so good about themselves. She genuinely loved others. She was fun and crazy and smart and caring and we'd watch silly TV shows together and laugh. We decided that TV shows were better than watching movies together because we could talk during the commercials. She referred to us as "bosom buddies" and I would get down on my knees almost every night and while praying, thank my Heavenly Father for her in my life. She played with her two boys more than any mom I have ever known and my boys pray all the time that the resurrection will come soon so that they can see her again. She passed away almost two years ago and I miss her. I lost my mom at 12 and my best friend at 27. I have many wonderful friends, but there's just something about that one friend that "gets you" better than anyone else. I've learned that my siblings are the those kinds of friends too. My sisters are like that to me. My one sister lives near me know, but will be moving across the country in the spring and I will be sad not to have her house to run to on weekends. We've said though that it will be exciting because we'll get to find stuff in our mailboxes from each other. I'm just so grateful for the special time had with my mom, my friend, and my sister. It's priceless and the stuff that life is made of.