I have a friend. An Internet friend. Some could argue that this does not equate to a real friend, that a cyber friend is not a true friend. I would argue the opposite. A friend is someone who supports you, laughs with you, tells you when you are wrong, and is there when needed. A friend is someone for whom you would do the same, and who touches your heart in a myriad of ways. A friend offers you the wisdom of their experiences in shared dilemmas and life experiences. Kakka is my friend. She has helped me through the darkest of times, offered me support across the miles, listened when I have ranted and railed at the injustices of it all. And laughed along side me at the silliest of things.
A beautiful blogger, she is becoming known throughout the cyberworld as a supportive constant, commenting, reading, contributing in many, many ways. Her wit amuses and dazzles many in her Menopausal Mumma blog, and then she inspires and motivates us with her positiveness on The Half Full Glass. Even in the face of evil she looks for the good. Oh, she is one hell of an incredible woman, so much stronger and more gracious than I could dream of being.
And so to her, as she struggles with sadness, I send my love. Across the continent, I offer my shoulder to cry on, my ears to listen, my unconditional support and even, not that you would, my car to run over the dickhead if they ever find him. Anything, and I do mean anything you need, do not hesitate to ask, Karen. That is what friends are for. And do not ever doubt that a friend is exactly what you are.
I must admit I am not feeling mellow in this one, I am angry about the injustice of an ugly world. I am upset that a friend is in pain and that a good woman is suffering. Not mellow, oh no.
