The Loss Of My Best Friend

We ST70moved around a lot when I was a kid.  Because of that, it was hard to make new friends or maintain any old friends.  I have only had a few “best friends” in my life.  As the old saying goes, “I could count them on one hand.”

So when I began dating Terrie, she quickly became my best friend.  For a long time, she was my only friend.  Not only did I fall in love with her, but I enjoyed her as a person.  She made me feel comfortable and at peace.  Complete.

Friend (noun) 1. A person whom one knows and with whom one has a bond of mutual affection

Synonyms: companion, soul mate, confidante,

Best friend (noun) 1. A person’s closest friend; 2. A person who you value above other friends in your life, someone you have fun with, someone you trust and someone in who you confide.

I would sometimes have trouble speaking with people, especially “small talk”.  I wanted to think before I spoke, but they would think me to be slow and dull.  Therefore, I would not open up to them.  To me, they were not worth the effort.

But then I met Terrie.  I wanted to part of her life.  I wanted to know what she thought and wanted her to know what I thought.  We would talk on the phone for hours.  Long before there were cell phones, there were pay phones, either in a booth or phone from your car.  One night, I was at a laundry-mat.  I started a couple of loads and went just outside the doors to a phone booth.  I called Terrie and talked to her for a very long ti
me.  So long, the laundry-mat locked their door and turned off the lights.  Most of my clothes were still in their washers.  If I remember correctly, I only had what I smilehad on to go to work in the next day.

I loved spending time with her.  As I have written before, I was at her home almost every night.  Her parents grew to love me and accept me as part of their family.  This
allowed me to spend time with her in a safe, friendly, loving environment.  Many times, Terrie and I would be on the couch watching tv.  Paul would be in his recliner, with the remote control for the television.  After a while, Paul would fall asleep.  Then Terrie would go to sleep with her head on my shoulder.  Eventually, when I was through watching their tv, I would get up to go to my garage apartment.  I loved those times.  It was simple and easy.

After we were married, our friendship grew and grew even more after we both became Christians.  There was no one else that I wanted to be with more than my ‘precious’ girl.

In one of the books that I am reading it speaks about grief and there are several things that we can feel loss for; the loss of a job, loss of health, loss of respect, loss of a loved one. Last night, someone prayed for me and mentioned Terrie’s friendship to me in the prayer.  The thought caused me to tear up, because I realized how much I missed her friendship.  There is no one I can talk to that will understand me and love me the way she did.  That is, no other person.

Proverbs 18: 24 “A man of many companions may come to ruin, but there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother.” ESV

Deuteronomy 31: 6  “Be strong and courageous.  Do not fear or be in dread of them, for it is the Lord your God who goes with you.  He will not leave you or forsake you.” vs 8 “It is the Lord who goes before you.  He will be with you; he will not leave you or forsake you.  Do not fear or be dismayed.”

Matthew 28:20 “And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age.” ESV

Isaiah 41:10 “fear not, for I am with you; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand.” ESV

I may have thought I was on an uphill, rocky and muddy road tonight, but there is One who goes before me, giving me his right hand.  What a friend we have in Jesus!

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