I recently lost a good friend. I could sit here and whine about her and how infuriating and difficult at times that she could be but I feel good about the kind of a friend that I was to her. Things didn't work out and maybe that is for the best but I refuse to believe that I was a bad person and I am proud of the support and love I tried everyday to give to her. I try to treat everyone I meet with that same kind of respect but at the same time people have their own journey to make and sometimes what I have to offer does not make that journey easier for them. I know exactly who and what I am and how much of an 'acquired' taste I can be. No regrets or bitterness however. Like my father once told me - "If you hate her then that is all you will have left of her." I choose to remember the friend I loved and how great it was to have her in my life for the short time that I did.
