The night my Dad died, one of the first people I called was Trudy. It wasn’t something I thought through. It was just instinctive. She was the one who shoved me and my Dad back together a couple years before he died, and sparked a relationship I may have never had otherwise.
I don’t recall anything about our conversation, except her saying “I’m on my way” without hesitation. It was nearly midnight, and she was willing to drive 80kms for a friend.
For me, that was the moment that defined our friendship. I knew she would always be there to lean on if things got really bad, and in turn I would always do the same for her.
Over the years, we have supported each other through many things. The good times and the bad times. Failed relationships, kids in trouble, Trudy’s wedding, moving homes (me, her, Omi and her daughter), funerals, career changes and several races.
We don’t always see each other. In fact there have been many times where the stretch between visits was several months. I know life, work and kids will always get in the way, and come first. But I also know if I need to talk, she is always there.
I am counting down the days until my 40th birthday with 40 Things.