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Friday, April 15, 2011

Arrrrrr!

So many similarities in our lives yet worlds apart. On the surface it would appear that there is only one reason we’ve become friends. Plain and simple, we’re both recent widows. After all, she still has a child living at home. She is way younger than me. She has lived a different life than me.

But a friendship has definitely developed. We’ve helped each other in ways that are hard to describe. We can both say things out loud to each other that we wouldn’t say to anyone else and we know there is no judgment. I think we both feel that our husbands brought us together as if they knew we could help one another.

We met for dinner last night and then went to see a ridiculous, fun musical theatre show. We laughed a lot and forgot the troubles of the day. The Curse of the Pirate's Gold….perfect. It sure felt like Al was there with me last night as the corny jokes flew left and right and all those salty “Arrrr”s from the pirates made me smile from within. Yep, my pirate was there sitting by my side.

Not too long ago my friend and I thought we’d try something different and went to see a screening of West Side Story. We discovered it was a “sing-a-long” and figured what the hell, let’s just go. We realized we were in trouble when they handed out glow sticks at the door. When the first bars of music played as the lights went down, there was a sea of different colored glow sticks waving in the air! We tried hard to hold our laughter in as those seated around us sang their hearts out to all the numbers. It felt like some kind of rave in a parallel universe of dorky, “interesting” people!

As we left that night and laughed about the crazy people we had just escaped from, we talked about how neither of our husbands would EVER have been dragged to something like that, we both felt it. Al and her James sitting together, side by side, looking down at us as they nudged each other, both laughingly saying “Get a load of that crap!” “No way in hell would we have gone to that!”

We both left the parking lot to go our separate ways, both of us smiling and feeling the love those men still surround us with.

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