Sunday, June 28, 2009
Vesta was one of those special types of people who was a grandmother/mother/sister/friend. “Vesta Mae.” That’s what I lovingly called her. I even addressed the envelope that way when I would mail something to her. We have been thru so much together. From riding in my Jeep convertible with the top down (Sometimes on a “man hunt mission” for me), to being right there with me and having my back when my life was literally hanging in the balance emotionally. From being ready to fight for the other if someone hurt us, to hanging out watching cartoons enjoying each other’s company. From going on a “Haagen Dazs run,” to trying on each other’s make-up. From working together on the 3-11 shift, to following her home and talking for another 2 hours after work. From letting me “hide-out” at her house and telling no one where I was (not even my family) when I simply needed to get away, to doing anything, everything, and nothing at all...TOGETHER. She was my confidante. She got me. I got her. She never judged me and I could tell her ANYTHING, and EVERYTHING. There were things I shared with her that I couldn’t and wouldn’t share with anyone else. I always cherished our relationship. I loved her with all my heart. We had sixteen wonderful years of an eventful friendship, and a lifetime of memories together. For selfish reasons, I wanted her to live forever... My heart ached at the thought of her transition, but as she prepared to become a wonderful addition in heaven, it also brought me comfort knowing as she entered a new realm of existence, and handed in her old wings, she was given brand new Angel wings...and will be with me ALWAYS. . . I love you Vesta Mae. I will miss you, but I’ll never forget you. Until we meet again dear friend . . . ~Stephanie Ps. I will always be grateful to Vesta's family for sharing her with me.
