To live a bold and uncommon life, you are probably going to turn a lot of heads and make a lot of other heads shake in unbelief about the path you have chosen for yourself. ~ Brave Girls Club
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| This Christmas, my best friend Judy bought me this unique Heart Cockle shell. In October 2011, while in Hawaii for the first time, I had written a special blog dedication to Shayla about the shell. |
This year, I was missing the one person, who understands what it is like to have a daughter pass away.
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| Flowers I bought for my BFF |
I have written about my best friend Judy, many times since our first meeting on Christmas Day, several years ago. We know from the heavens, both Lindsay and Shayla, orchestrated our footsteps to one another.
We try to see one another as much as possible, yet it had been months since Mother’s Day, when we had spent the day together.
This December, I would spend part of my week with Judy and discover more about the person, I call my Forever friend.
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| My morning view in Campbell River |
Our girls… if here, would be making funny faces over the way we seem to revert to a bunch of giggling 12 yr olds, in each other’s presences.
Once settled where my friend is house and pet sitting, we delve into the stories of our lives. Soon, the rafters are filled with boisterous laughter. Her and I speak of plans to make…then realize that is pointless and decide to ‘wing it’.
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| Metal artwork that greeted me- reminiscent of my own shielded heart |
At times throughout the years when the notion of giving up sneaks upon me, I have pondered how my BFF has encouraged me to keep on. I now understand it echoes her own sentiments of not wanting to quit- despite the circumstances.
Our late nights were held in the company of several affectionate and gentle pit bulls named Gizmo, Princess and Snowball. To look into the eyes of these beautiful animals is to see what happens when love is infused into their upbringing and training. Often, I would be woken up on the couch, in the early morning hours by one of the dogs, who would place their head upon my shoulder…wanting to cuddle.
Mixed in with our time, were visits to the dollar store, where Judy has devoted nineteen years to working at. I watched as she greeted customers by name, assisted with their purchases and dished out her sense of humour that makes my belly laugh!
I met some of the other ladies
who are employed by the same company. A woman named Lily touched my heart
without knowing how deeply I was affected by her tragic loss. One day after
Judy had gone into the store, I noticed a bumper sticker on Lily’s parked
vehicle. It had a picture of a striking, young girl with golden hair and a beautiful
smile. The words gripped my heart:
Justice for Caitlyn.
Lily’s fifteen year old daughter
Caitlyn had been murdered in Campbell River. In sharing about this tragedy, I
wanted to bring focus on the horrible reality that the crimes committed against
her have never seen justice occur!
In meeting Caitlyn’s mother Lily,
I offered her a hug that only parents who have had a child pass away understand
the significance; without having to say a word.
Another Brave Girl, Lily reminded
me the sheer courage it takes to carry the torch, just as Judy has with her
involvement with The Compassionate
Friends.
During the visit, my BFF and I
shared endless moments of bonding, where our words gave away into bursts of
laughter. Now, instead of tears of sorrow, we cried out our joy! At one point
my attempt at being flirtatious with someone Judy knew, turned into a
hysterical Mr. Bean scene and after the gentleman had left, my friend
re-enacted my wallowing efforts…for the next hour, in between slapping her
leg…still, I made no apologies. Deep inside, I thought how I would do anything-
even place myself at the butt of jokes- just to see Judy encapsulated in
happiness.
Throughout the days we had
together, I was treated by my friend to various dining experiences. The food
was great company for the conversations we kept with one another. While engaged
in talk about future dating prospects, I contort my face into an unappealing
sight and Judy was in stitches. For me, this IS True friendship! Acting silly,
holding each other when our worlds fall apart and being able to turn road
travels into a sumptuous journey.
Many late nights transpired as we
talked far past the midnight hour… there was never any silence between us.
When we exchanged our Christmas
gifts, I was like an excited teenager giving my secret pal her presents! Our
treasures to one another contained sentimental and silly things…yet what
mattered most was that I was in the presence of someone who loves me and the
battle scars I have. A friend who texts me how beautiful, fearless and wise I
am. Judy is that special someone who I saw many people give hugs to in her
community and they responded by saying “I love you!” It is the kindness of my
friend that warrants such a glowing response, to those she encounters.
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| Christmas gift I received from a young girl named Shania- who painted a quote from Maya Angelou- reminds me of Judy xo |
Beyond all of the holiday things
shared, I would lay awake and fold my hands in prayer, thanking God for the
best present I ever received. On that Christmas Day when I met Judy Dowd, with
all the tragic loss that separated us from our daughters…a million dreams we wished
upon the stars…collided in our friendship.
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| Candle of Life, Laughter and Love, hand decorated and gifted to me by Judy |
Someday, I will take Judy to the
special spot in Hawaii where I released my babygirl’s ashes and we can ‘visit’
Shayla… in Aloha spirit.
The day of my departure, I asked
my friend to take me to the ocean for a release connected to my daughter. I was
overcome with emotion as she brought me to a memorial park, bordering the
seaside that had wooden carvings of transformation…visions that encompassed the
afterlife. I was drawn to a stunning angel, hands in prayer…looking out to the
deep blue.
I had bought a wishing card. It contained red tissue paper and I was to write five wishes. At the beach, once they were lit, my wishes were suppose to drift off towards the heavens. Only two made it…the others went down in flames. This prompted more laughter from both of us and kind of symbolic of how my life seems to play itself out. Only time will tell if my other two wishes come true.
I had bought a wishing card. It contained red tissue paper and I was to write five wishes. At the beach, once they were lit, my wishes were suppose to drift off towards the heavens. Only two made it…the others went down in flames. This prompted more laughter from both of us and kind of symbolic of how my life seems to play itself out. Only time will tell if my other two wishes come true.
Reaching into my sweater pocket,
I pulled out something that had hung on my rear-view mirror for the past six
years. Judy had no knowledge of what I was about to do.
In my hands, I held
onto the car keys and the KSS décor that once belonged to my sweet girl. These
were the same keys that Shayla’s fingers had touched as she turned them over
one last time in the ignition of her vehicle…the day she died. KSS was the
school she had graduated from. It was time for me to let go. Releasing them
back into the ocean only seemed fitting. Looking at Judy, I heaved them
into the waters and said: “No matter what Shayla…the LOVE remains.”
Before I left Campbell River, I gave this gift for my BFF. It was
painted on canvas, from one of the many talented artists of the Brave Girls Club.
In my
daily emails, I receive uplifting messages from them. The following, sums up
how at some point in every woman’s life, the feeling of inadequacy has been
experienced. Let the words settle into each of you who have read my post… By TL
Alton
Please believe it.
You are so very loved.
Xoxo
Brave Girls Club Link>>> bravegirlsclub.com











A special time with special people, beautifully captured.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Terry :) During this time of year I sit in awe of all that has transpired in 365 days! I can read old posts and see how my friends rallied beside me, while they themselves dealt with their own battles. I can also see the lessons of friendships in what truly matters. It is not about who "Likes" you on FB, rather it is who held tightly onto your hand, when you were in the pit of despair? I have come to accept that some friends will not remain constant until your final breath is drawn and wonder if I had let go of the lifeline connecting us...how long our friendship would have lasted? Over the years, I have dedicated a post to each of my Brave Girls and have been humbled by what they brought into my life. As with any grand story, mine will always be peppered with various people, who loved a part of who I am.
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