Posted on | November 28, 2011 | 6 Comments

When Linda moved in to the white two story house off of a busy street in Greensboro, North Carolina, she certainly didn’t expect that her entire life would change.  She and her husband were just looking for a place to call home, a place to raise a family and grow roots.  What she found instead, was a triangle network of support that has spanned the past 34 years and has forged the most sincere friendships that any woman could ask for.

Linda sent me an email a while back and in the email she tried to put into words just how she felt about the friendships she forged some thirty years ago.  She sent a small package to me in the mail, with photographs and an old newspaper clipping along with handwritten notes along the margin that told the story of true friendship.  In those notes she asked if I might have time to write something, just a little something, about the two women who completed her heart and soul… and of course I said yes.  Because from the time I was a little girl, Linda has been a second mother to me, her son a second brother, and her friendships with those two women a map for the life I hope to live someday.  See Linda is my mother’s best friend, along with the hilariously amazing and whimsical Pat.  The three of them have spent the last 30 some years creating a bond that simply can not be broken.

And tomorrow, those wonderful three women, who have been a part of my life since before I was even born, will board a plane for their twenty-fifth annual trip to New York City.

Can you imagine having friends like that? Can you imagine being so fortunate as to have two women who get you, even when you don’t quite get yourself? I can.  I can imagine it because I see it; I’ve seen it every day of my life.

My mother and her two friends are something else.  They’re not fashionistas.  They aren’t Sex and the City or Desperate Housewives or even the Real Housewives of North Carolina.  Instead, they are Steel Magnolias with a healthy helping of Fried Green Tomatoes and a side order of Mama’s Family.  If you’re looking for them, you can usually find them laughing and playing dominoes. Or laughing and shopping for grandchildren.  Or laughing and drinking wine.  Or just laughing.  See, there’s always a ton of laughing when “the ladies” get together.  They are each quite competent on their own but somehow when they get together they lose their ability to be anything other than hilarious.  One trip to New York City provided the visual gem of Pat sitting on a  bench in Central Park, diligently counting out hundred dollar bills, with absolutely no concern for her surroundings.  On a different trip, Linda thought she had been poisoned on an airplane because she chewed a non-chewable Dramamine rather than swallowing it whole.  They laughed so hard that time, that a gentleman on the plane with them informed the flight attendant that he felt certain the three ladies behind him had had a bit too much to drink.

These woman, cloaked in purple, are the reason I cling tight to my girl friends.  These ridiculously amazing women have set the bar high for what I expect out of the women in my own life.  I yearn for women who can spend an entire day in their pajamas, drinking wine and eating pizza and watching the sun rise and then set over a harbor in Maine.  I yearn for friends who are close by; close enough to come by for an evening or to plan an afternoon trip to a vineyard.

In her email, Linda described it as “winning the friendship lottery” and she couldn’t be more right.  It is so rare to find your soul’s counterpart in another person, and rarer still to find it in two.  My mother and her friends were blessed to find each other and wise to hold on to each other with ferocity.  For 34 years, they have been best friends.  For 25 years, they have been taking their show on the road, flying to The Big Apple to spread Southern charm and catch a play or two.

So for my mother, and for Pat, and for Linda… I say bon voyage.  For your twenty-fifth annual trip to NYC.  For your thirty-four years of friendship.  For your sense of humor, your sense of adventure, and your sense of community.  I love that you live the lives you want to live.  I love that you throw out your arms and wrap them around each other and step out into the unknown.  I love that you laugh until you cry and that you call your days together “purple days.”

But mostly, I love that I have women like you in my life and that you have each other in yours.  So get out there and make some more memories, drink some more wine, and always, always, ALWAYS keep laughing with and at each other.

Have a great trip, ladies… and, um, you know… buy me something pretty.



6 Responses to “Friendships”

  1. Krista
    November 28th, 2011 @ 8:55 am

    This is great. Lucky ladies they are!

  2. MaconMom
    November 28th, 2011 @ 10:06 am

    That is great! I love it!

  3. aw
    November 28th, 2011 @ 12:14 pm

    hahaha so glad i read this, this is how my best friend and i are. thanks for the great post lady, and i hope they have a fantastic trip!

  4. alecia
    November 28th, 2011 @ 2:21 pm

    “they are Steel Magnolias with a healthy helping of Fried Green Tomatoes and a side order of Mama’s Family. If you’re looking for them, you can usually find them laughing and playing dominoes. Or laughing and shopping for grandchildren. Or laughing and drinking wine. Or just laughing”
    This describes my Mom and her three friends to a T!

    I aspire to have friends like that one day too.

  5. jss
    November 28th, 2011 @ 4:27 pm

    That is the coolest thing ever. I also admire my parents’ friendships. My dad has had the same best friend since he was five years old. My GRANDPA has had the same best friend since he was 5 years old! I’m so envious of them. But if I’ve learned anything from my own life and from watching my parents as they go through various life transitions, it’s that lifelong friends can happen at any time, so it’s important to treasure EVERY friendship. You never know when you might find your own version of purple ladies, right? 😉

  6. aim
    December 4th, 2011 @ 6:48 am

    Perfect description of them. Great job! I know they were thrilled to see it 😉

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