An Ode to the BlogBlond

I can't remember if I mentioned it and I don't have the time right now to look, but the BlogBlond was the shadchan who brought Soulmate and I together

However, long before BlogBlond was our shadchan, she was a friend of uncompromised quality.

As Soulmate can attest, not much can make me tear up at leaving this part of the Midwest. Yet, three times so far this weekend, tears have fallen when I think of being so far from BlogBlond and all that her friendship means to me.

Along with Soulmate, BlogBlond really is all that and a bag of chips (but not in a weird way). She showed tremendous courage and perseverance in overcoming a misdiagnosed illness that drastically altered her life for over two years. I barely knew her before she got sick, but the kindred spirit in her shined through in spite of this.

We laugh at irreverent and often inappropriate things. I know I can go to her with even my most shocking secrets and she won't be shocked. I cry on her shoulder when I can't take what the world is dishing out to me anymore. I call her with juicy bits of gossip (spare me the loshon hara lectures, dear readers) and we spar respectfully over politics.

I adore the BlogBlond and her family. Her husband gave a moving toast at the l'chaim last night that brought back the flood of memories of the last five years.

I hope she knows how much I love her, how much I'll miss her, and how glad I am that Soulmate and I have free long-distance calling.