Wanted: Best friend. Must be a bit goofy. Great storyteller a bonus. Appreciation for art, music and beauty in life. Funny sans sarcasm. Love people while simultaneously irritated by them.
Love food. Dining out, dining in. Adventurous spirit a must. An innate curiosity. Engaged and interested in the world. Above all, kind hearted.
Mike was my best friend. He was my companion, my cheerleader, and my love. And he just got me. And I got him.
True friendship is such a gift. I am blessed. My friends are my light. They have given me so much joy, love and support. Did I already say, I’m blessed? Because I truly am. My friends are my bedrock. (Forgive me, this may be dipping into motivational speaking territory, or, dear lord, aspirational message town.)
Here’s a point: Mike was my husband. He was my love but he was also a fantastic friend. I really, really liked him. That may sound a touch off but the idea of liking your spouse—liking them as a human being, aside from all the romantic and tummy-flipping feelings—isn’t something that gets traction in popular consciousness.
Liking your partner is more important than loving them. Love will fade and surge over time. If you fundamentally like the human beside you, that is the basis of a solid relationship.
That’s free advice folks. I’m not an expert. But I’m an expert in Mike and I.
And I miss my favourite person. He won’t be replaced.
I have many friends in my corner. And I’ve made several new friends since his death.
My new pals never met Mike. My life is moving forward without him.
Mike is now part of my past.
I feel sad for Will and I.
And I feel sad for all the people that never got to meet my incredible best friend.
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You do break my heart, girl.
How hard it must be.
I know the longing.
I hope you also spend time with those who knew Mike. It’s a comfort to remember together.