I heard a comedian today, she talked about southern women and how we had “best friend”. Everyone, she said, was our “best friends”; You know, how when you run in to someone and introduce them, “this is my best friend….” It didn’t matter how long it had been since you had seen them or how often; they were really just acquaintances; but with southern women – well everybody is our best friend! I laughed out loud! I thought, my God she was following me and Cynthia around for her material! It used to amaze me the number of women you introduced as your “best friend”, even to me. And as soon as they were gone, you would turn around and say to me, of course, “you’re my best, best friend”! She sounded just like you! She said southern women have many best friends but they only have ONE “Bestest” friend. A “Bestest” friend is the kind that can look you straight in the eye and tell you the truth. One that is there for you through thick and thin. I couldn’t have said it better. It’s two days before Christmas and soon a New Year will begin without you. It is hard to go forward without my “Bestest” friend. I didn’t realize just how important friends were; I should have cultivated more; maybe it wouldn’t be so hard if I had. They only come around once in life, I think. You were my bestiest friend and everyone else seems fake. I’m not sure I know how to make new friends, the desire, the trust, or the energy. I miss you terribly my dear, dear “Bestest” friend.