K is for Kerry

K is a hard letter to come up with so I‘ll go with a person on this one. K is for my very good friend Kerry Lynn, whom I met in college so many years ago. For a few weeks we didn’t see each other although our classes were next door to each other and we both were next door to each other and we both lived in the same dorm but we never saw each other until that fateful day when we were outside our prospective classrooms and got to talking and found out how much we had in common. 

She has been my rock for over twenty years and there have been years when we haven’t spoken but one phone call and five hours later and we are back to where we started, as if we never drifted apart. She is funny and smart and so blessed to have wonderful friends around and her mom. She is trying to adopt a child, so she is going through the long process of being accepted. I know God will one day grant her dream of being a mom because I know she will be a great one because she is the kindest, gentlest, most patient person I know. Hell she had to be in order to keep me a friend and believe me I am not easy to be around and so anyone that is a friend of mine should be nominated for sainthood.

She has been there when I got married twenty one years ago when she was my maid of honor and was willing to start up the car and whisk me away when she saw the doubts I had in my eyes on the day that was supposed to be the happiest of my life and she was there a year later when I had my wonderful son although she couldn’t be at the hospital to hold she made a special trip to be there for my baby shower. She was there for me when a year and half later I got divorced and made the journey to Arkansas to start my life over with my son. The last time I got to see her was a few years ago when she came down for New Year’s Eve in St. Louis and I miss her every day.

She lives in Lake Jackson, Texas and is a college professor of science, not sure which field she is in because I am so not smart like her, so now our dream of both being in Texas has come true even though we are four to five hours away from each other. I hope to sometime get down there to see her and her wonderful mom. I am so proud to call her a friend and I am happy to see her doing what she has dreamed of and what is to come for her.