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Day 09 - A picture of the person who has gotten you through the most.

I've been think about this one since I decided to do this blog challenge.
I can't single out one person.
So many people in my life have helped me get over some pretty shit times.
Some people are no longer in my life.
It is a pity but we evolve and change with time
and relationships suffer as a result.
It doesn't mean those people were any less important when you needed them the most.

One person who will always be on this list is my best mate Edel

We've been friends since our early teens (I don't want to say for nearly 20 years...I can't deal with that just yet!) and she has always been the person I turn to when the going gets tough.
She doesn't take any crap off me. She is straight talking and practical and she is also one of the least judgemental people I know.
The summer after I lost my sister, Edel was the person who kept me standing tall. She was the person who held me up everytime something else knocked me back down. She kept my sane. I love her like a sister and even though we are both shocking at calling each other, it never matters. Within ten seconds of getting the formalities out of the way it is as though we had lunched the day before.
My friendship with Edel has gone through all the agonies of teenage horridness, broken hearts, breaking hearts. Generally she was the more sensible one. She talked sense into me. Told me to behave myself. She has always been the klutz too though, adding a little laughter into every situation.
Without Edel in my life I think I would be a little lost. I know she will always be there when I need her and I would like to think she feels the same way about me.

My Auntie Vera

My aunt Vera is one of the most important people in my life.
I love her with all my heart and I admire her so much.
She is a strong woman. She gives strength to other people.
She has always gone out of her way to look out for me. Always.
I trust her with everything. I know I can count on her.
I love that James adores her so much too. He actually calls her Auntie V.
I think we've always had a strong bond because she is also tasked with the job of being my godmother. Ha! I'm glad I'm not the one charged with keeping me on a moral high ground!

I'm treading on very dangerous ground here because there are so many people who have gotten me through a lot of hardship and I don't want to cause offence by not mentioning them.
I guess the outcome of this blog challenge is I get to share with you how lucky I am to have had the people in my life in my life. Even if some of them were only there for a short time.

My family have been so wonderful to me. When times were really tough my aunts used to whisk me away to their houses for a few nights to escape the madness. Nobody ever had to know I was there if I didn't want them to. It gave me a security I so greatly needed back then.
They boy I was dating when my sister died was another rock of strength. Alas, we were both very young and it was a lot of pressure to land on someone's shoulders. An emotional wreck hiding from the world, petrified of everything and anything. While he was with me he gave me the support I needed. I will be forever grateful.
Then there were my mates, who used to bring me round for tea or a few bevvies... I know that for so long I was a pain in the arse. A few drinks and I was in a heap in the corner crying my eyes out. More often than not, an arm reached around my shoulders and pulled me in for a hug. Looking back now I am amazed at the tolerance people showed towards me. It mustn't have been easy at all.
Then James, he has just been amazing. Where in the world would I be without him?

I've briefly touched on this topic. To go into any more detail would probably bore you and have me in tears as I think back over all the kindness I have been shown. I have a memory from you all locked away deep inside and because of that memory, all of you who have gotten me through the hard times will stay in my heart for the rest of my life.

I would hope if the possibility ever arises, I can then return the favour.

xx


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