I just wanted to put here that one of my oldest oldest OLDEST friends just found me on facebook and I am thrilled.

Kelly and I lived in the same block as kids. Her Mum babysat me as a really young kid. I think I was two or three. Maybe even younger. Our Mum’s met in hospital or something like that.

We ate cut fruit under the trampoline. We had sleepover’s. We danced naked under the sprinkler. We fought over who got to be in the pram after a long day of walking.

We were on again off again friends. And I probably wasn’t the friend that I should have been through some of those crucial life moments, like the death of Kelly’s Dad.

In the end we just fizzled out. Kelly moved away and we kept in contact for a year or so and then, nothing.

But she was at my brother’s funeral. And I clearly remember the hug she gave me and the words she said to me as Terry was lowered in to the ground. Even though it was three or so years since we’d seen each other. Her heart is massive.

I regret sometimes the way our friendship travelled. Maybe because I am older and wiser now, but I don’t think I gave all I could have given. I don’t think I accepted the friendship or our differences. Maybe I was even a bully. I don’t know.

But I am happy that she has reached out to me. Perhaps I can mend some of those broken heart moments that surely could have been dealt with differently.