You have been my childhood companion in anorak and swimsuit holidays in the rain.
A constant friend on those first exhilarating trips abroad as teenagers.
Wherever I’ve been, in good times and bad you’ve been there.
Making the effort to visit, call or write.
Using every means to bridge the distance that life at times creates.
You’ve always been generous and kind.
I remember on my 50th birthday you took to took me to my first-ever spa experience and I sucked up the novelty of being pampered head to toe.
I treasure a photo of us in our teens dancing together in the ankle-deep waves of the Med laughing and having the time of our lives.
Most of all I remember standing at a loved one’s grave and feeling as if my heart was being lowered into a deep dark hole.
I cried my pain and my loss.
And across the grave, among the many in the crowded graveyard, I saw my pain reflected clearly in your eyes.
Concern love, sympathy, and empathy were all there.
During my childhood, in turbulent adolescence and challenging adulthood, you have ever been at my side a loyal friend to face the joy and the shadows.
I will ever remember that both at the happiest of times and the unspeakable moments you were there, really there for me.
Thanks for reminding me what friendship and family mean.
with love from your cousin
Colette
