I flew to Dublin for the day earlier this week because a very close friend’s dad passed away at the end of last week and I wanted to be there for her for the funeral. I arrived there late on Sunday and the funeral was on Monday morning. The prayers and song choices were beautiful and when my friend got up to speak about her dad, I was reduced to tears.
I haven’t seen her dad in a number of years but my heart broke for my dear friend. While we’re there for each other in our good times, it’s equally important to be there for each other at times like this. She’s often flown in to London for the day and visited us, she flew to India when I got married, stayed with me in Hong Kong and we got to hang out when I visited Sydney back in 2010. We’ve been friends for 17 years and although we don’t get to see each other as often as we’d like, we always pick up exactly where we left off.
After the funeral my bestie J and I headed over to our old school Kings Hospital (which was down the road) to have a look around. As we entered the main reception, nostalgia hit me in the face like an overbearing perfume. It’s been over 13 years since I left high school but it smelt exactly the same! We had the opportunity to walk down the main corridor, peek into our old classrooms, have a long chat with an old teacher and reminisce about our teenage days gone by. We then ended our little trip down memory lane by running down the corridor, definitely something we weren’t allowed to do during our time there.
If you’d told me when I started at the school that J and I would be best friends, I would have fallen over laughing. If you’d told my younger self where I’d be at 31, I wouldn’t have believed you. And yet here I am. Although I wish I’d seen my friends under different circumstances, seeing them was still sweet. At our school’s front reception, people have come in and out through those doors and yet it’s stayed exactly the same…a bit like our friendship.