I went to school with this kid named Donald for all twelve years of both elementary and high school. He was always nice. Funny. Smart. Fast forward to this past fall when we both attended our reunion. The class of '90 got together to dance, eat, catch up and bond. There were a group of us that went back as far as first grade. It was amazing to see them all and to meet some of their better halves. Donald introduced me to his wife, Andronica. It was like we knew her all those years as well. She joined right in with our goofy jokes and patiently listened to times gone by.
The night, though great, came to an end all too quickly. We all went back to our lives. Different states. Far away from each other. Some new Facebook contacts made it nice to share photos. Others caught up even more. But then the poking began. Ronnie would throw a poke my way. I'd return one. Then I noticed she poked me more when she knew I was having a rough day. She would notice a not so chipper post and ....poke. Some days I think she poked me when she needed a poke back. Certain blog posts have also raised the poking frequency. We've suffered loss and we send each other a little reminder that someone out there understands and is having good thoughts for us. Poke. Poke. Poke. Some days it's almost comical how much we bounce back and forth. There are no time restraints. If we need each other at any crazy hour of the night we still poke. I can honestly say almost ten months later that each and every *poke* brings a smile to my face. They are never...NEVER...taken for granted.
I appreciate my friends and family for the support...always. But I wanted to say a special thank you to Andronica for the quiet little chirps that mean a hug has been sent from a friend.
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