Years ago in a town in North Central Wisconsin in the month of January two girls were born. That would be Me on the 28th and Melody on the 30th. Now honestly there is nothing amazing about that but let me add a few more details. Our mothers have the same first and last name (they married brothers). They had the same doctor in the same hospital. So while growing up we heard many times that we had been switched at birth. Our parents eventually built houses in the same neighborhood with our back yards connecting.
Yes I’ve known Mel all of my life. A friendship that I have always cherished. Even though we didn’t always live close there were always planned visits and letter writing and of course birthday cards. For about the last 15 years we have lived close enough to get together for our favorite French toast breakfast.
Mel is that loving, caring, feisty woman that you always want on your side. When I was diagnosed with MS she bought me a walker because she knew I would need one. She would call and check up on me encouraging me and letting me know how sad she felt for my struggle. But she was also struggling with a brain tumor. My heart was broken because I knew she was facing a difficult road.
It’s been almost a year now that Mel passed and has been experiencing the joy of heaven. But oh how I miss her! As I write this with tears running down my face I am so thankful for the lifetime of memories that Me and Mel shared.
Sharing the Journey 