by RNorrisFaulkner

Created on: November 24, 2009

My Dear Friend Valerie

As I thought about you today, it occurred to me, you are not just a friend, you are my best friend. Most friendships will do in a pinch. Not the special ones, the ones that will endure the test of time. Some friendships are formed for the wrong reasons, there is some ulterior motive or something hidden to gain. Not the real ones, they are from the heart. Ours is special, from the heart and for the right reasons: two people that care about each other, willing to give of self and who thoroughly enjoy each others company.

Ours started out with us just catching up, I got a sampling of who you were. Then you became my confidante of sorts and I got an even deeper glimpse of you. But there was so much more to you, I know that now. As I've gotten to know Valerie Ann a little bit, I've discovered you're one-of-a-kind. I would be shocked if anyone didn't at least respect you, you are so easy to like, you're just adorable, a rare gem in this heartless cold world. You're kind, giving, caring and so easy to talk to. I am so thankful for a chance to get to know you. I can't think of a single person I want to get to know better.

You've been there during my mini crisis, that shoulder to lean on that I've always shunned. I'm just not used to such a thing. Counting on others for support is not how I do. Sharing with others about my concerns or troubles were weaknesses, so I thought. But fear had gripped me by way of my health concerns. It was the first time I had been afraid in many years. I wasn't supposed to be scared I had always told myself, guess it satified my ego.

With fear weighing me down, a sickness I couldn't shake, a collapsing marriage and stress because of all of the above, I had all but been brought to my knees. But it was the fear (caused by chest pains) that was choking the life out of me. For the first time in many years, I let someone know all was not well.

In my mother's lifetime, as much as I loved her, I didn't share my troubles with her. But a mother knows her child and she always shared soothing words of thoughtfulness and encouragement with me when I needed them most. But mom is gone now. Now, it's you. You have made such a difference. I see life differently now. I've always helped people. But, I've never allowed anyone in my corner, I've always went it alone. I've always believed things worked themselves out, but, sometimes sacrifice(s) was/were required. Besides, I knew many elsewhere had bigger problems than I. So I never

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