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Brought up Sep 1, 2012

My Family of the Heart

Damn it! I am having to piece this back together, as, once again, the original vanished into the unknown...

As I get ready for the coming week, and the adventures it promises, I have been thinking a lot about the people I love, and how they have helped shape me into who I am, and help me as I come into the person I want to be.

I have some wonderful people in my life. There is what society would consider my family, biologically and legally related. I write less of them, I guess, because we are part of each other's lives, whether we like it or not. They are true blessings from God, though there are times I feel like they are demons from hell sent to keep me from getting to full of myself. i don't have to work that puzzle. The others, how ever, I often wonder why they would waste their time on me. So I guess writing of them is my way of figuring things out.

I have had the rare privilege, however, to have some amazing people in my life that I have come to love as family. 4 of them, in particular, possess a part of my heart as no others could: The BFF, aka Wee Woman; The Punk, aka Computer Guru (as well as a list of nicknames too numerous to mention); The Sweetie, and the Feisty One. Here's the crazy part: I met all 4 of these people the same year, 1971. I was 8 years old, as were 3 of them. (The Punk, being the real odd ball of the bunch was only 7. Fitting, some how, that the only guy in the bunch would also be the youngest.) The last three came back to my life last year, but it feels like they have always been there.

First, the BFF. She has to come first for many reasons. Except for about 3 years, (dark years in hind sight) this incredible lady has been in my life from the year I met her, one way or another. We have laughed, cried, argued, and kicked each other's backsides when needed. I don't think I could get through life with out her. I cherish each and every moment of my life with her in it. Her strength, in such a small frame, through obstacles that would destroy others, takes my breath away. Through it all, she has continued to be my rock, my soft place to land, and my true sister in all ways but that pesky little detail that we have different parents. Quite simply, I would die for her in a heart beat.

Next, of course, is the Punk. There are many reasons I call him that, and all are hard to explain. The main one, though, is that he doesn't think he's a punk. Like Bilbo the Hobbit, he wandered into my life, and made himself at home in my heart, whether he likes it or not. He can be exasperating, logical, and very focused on the task at hand, which can sometimes come across as cold. Yet, he is one of the kindest, softhearted people I know. He has also become a bit of a spiritual guide for me. I am still amazed when he answers my messages, or sends me a "Wake up!" before I get a chance to say good morning. He is funny, smart, and goofy. I would walk through fire for him.

The Sweetie... Ah, what a magnificent lady. There is no other way to put that. I never fail to feel that it is an honor to have her in my life. She is loyal, kind, hysterically funny, and has a tiny crazy streak that just tickles me. I'd take a bullet for her.

Last, but no where near least, is the Feisty One. It's hard to come up with a good nickname for her. She has the tenacity of a bulldog, but that just doesn't fit. She is a true Southern girl, the type to run from if she yells, "Oh, hell no!" She is also the ONLY one who can call me "Bitch" and get away with it. Yeah, I'd jump in front of a truck for her.

I read somewhere once that we choose, and are chosen by, friends who reflect a part of ourselves we don't necessarily see. Maybe.

I do know that these 4 individuals make my life bright, sunny and colorful, to say the least. I guess this is sort of a love letter to them. In that light, to each of them, I want to say: I love you. I respect all that makes you special. I honestly don't know what I would do, or where I would be with out you. And I never want to know. May nothing but death part us again.

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The Punk » 5 years ago

you make me proud to be a punk!

wee woman » 5 years ago

you forgot therapist, unsolicitied potential hitman,( at least in our own fantasy)...... and I love you more than you can ever know....