Marsha Kyle
I love my college roommate. We were a crazy fun match all those years ago and we are still enjoying life. We were rebellious kindred spirits at an incredibly conservative Christian University. Completely different humans, she was tall and thin, me not so much, her family had more education and obviously more money than mine as was evidenced by her being allowed to call her parents collect almost anytime, where I was very limited. This was back in the day of something called "long distance" which was extremely expensive. Naturally we both got married, to men who were also best friends, followed each other to both coasts, and settled in Portland. Later, when she and her family moved to China, then decided not to return, we lost touch for awhile.
My marriage and I fell apart a few years ago. When I was utterly and completely derailed, in swept this tall, beautiful, redheaded, support beam for my broken life. She blew into my house, grabbed me like a kite string and ran and ran with me until I could catch some air and fly on my own. I know that a lot of people had a great deal to do with putting me back on the tracks after I derailed, and I love a appreciate each of them too. But, this was my stronghold from the past, someone who knew my family, my children, my dreams when I was a very young woman. Like a sister that knows your history and grows up with you, this woman has been and will be my closest friend. I love her because she loves and believes in me. And that's really what it's all about!
