I had lived in Port Hope all my life and at 30 years old....we decided to sell the house and move to Lindsay, Ontario. I cried all the way there. My thoughts were of Mom sobbing by the front door of her home watching us leave. Mom and I did everythingthing together...shopping, bingo games, lunches, went for walks, we laughed together and cried together and of course disagreed on alot of things.  Just like best friends would. One night the phone rang and it was Mom.            She asked how things were going, how the boys liked their new home and how I was doing. We talked and laughed for a hour on the phone, but her voice thru it all seemed sad and very strange. I asked her if she was okay.........................
"You know.... people ask me when I go out if I'm okay. Because I look so sad and lost. I tell them you've moved and well ...... I feel like I've lost my best friend since you've gone.
Things don't always end the way you plan and sometimes life gets too complicated to turn back.  
But whatever the out come....I think Mom knows she was always my best friend.....even though I couldn't always be there...... as I understood she couldn't always be there for me.
She walks in the stars she would gaze up at.... when we would take walks on the summer nights.