Love Shout

I went by Mom’s grave for the first time this weekend. I felt like I was in a movie standing there, it was really weird. But I’m glad I finally went after almost 7 months. But what I thought about most while standing there was what happened during that week. I’ll certainly never forget every detail of it but what I remember with a smile on my face is seeing Erica, Laura, and Erin at my door on that first day. When I saw them and hugged them I knew I was going to be alright. They didn’t leave my side the whole time she was in the hospital and they were the first ones to the funeral and the last to leave. They never stopped calling or texting or giving me food and coloring books and I felt bad because I knew I could never pay them back for any of it. They are literally the 3 people I look up to the most, whos opinions matter probably more than they should, and who I'm convinced have the most beautiful hearts of anyone I know. It’s the 24th Valentine’s Day that I’ll spend single and that has potential to be depressing but it sho aint. Among all my wonderfully amazing friends that are single and married and living all around the world really, I have 3 best friends who I’ll never get too old to talk about how much they mean to me. Where do you find friends like that? Other than in a good chick flick or Gaffney I just don’t know. But good luck finding em, because I think I took em all.