Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one. –C. S. Lewis
Most friendships begin with all of those lovely things that we have in common with another person and grow over time.
But, some friendships are rooted in shared sorrows and an intimate understanding of loss.
My friendship with Tonya began as the latter. The loss of a parent–in Tonya’s case, both parents–brought us together.
And over time, our relationship has evolved into so much more than that.
We laugh, encourage one another, and celebrate life together.
But there’s an underlying knowledge that she understands me.
When I experience great joy, she knows that there’s a part of me mourns my father.
When I’m struggling, she knows just what to say that both acknowledges what I’m saying but also what I’m not.
I am guest posting for Tonya today over on Letters for Lucas, where I’ve shared a letter to my mother, a woman who I don’t thank nearly often enough.
It would mean the world to me if you came by to say hello.
Thank you for your friendship, Tonya. I count you amongst my greatest blessings.