The friendship that Liz and I have shared for the last twenty-eight years has been such a blessing to myself and my whole family. She was the best friend a girl would ever want to have. Liz has been a huge part of my day, my week, and my life. We talked together two-three times a day, every day. She was at our home every week for dinner and to visit her favorite Godson Michael. Liz never came to our home empty handed. The weekend she left us she brought Michael a stand up fly swater, just because he loves to kill bugs for us. She was always thinking. Liz never missed a party, a holiday, or a baseball game. She took such pride in being Michael’s Godmother. For myself, she was the one I bounced all my thoughts off of, shared my feelings with, and loved spending weekends together watching Dirty Dancing or Pretty Woman for the hundredth time. We could recite the lines and we were known to do a dance or two. We always were doing some sort of project together in my house. What ever I needed done here, she’d tell me exactly how we were going to do it, and of course I went along with her program.

I miss her phone calls, her laugh, her company, and the huge smile she’d give me when Michael would do something cute. I long for our talks on my bed, our rides to look at holiday lights and trips for ice cream, singing at the top of our lungs to our new favorite songs. Our relationship had grown over the years into a special one. One that we could finish each others sentences, one that with just a look, we knew each others thoughts, and one that we promised we would always be there for each other, no matter what. Liz is my female soul mate.

The night she left this earth, she called me four times within that last hours. She told Michael good-night, and that she loved him. She told me how much fun she was having and she wished I was there with her. She and I were going to Country Thunder two weeks later and we planned for this trip for a year. She told me that night she couldn’t wait to go away with me for our weekend and how much fun we were going to have together. We were going to have a great time, but we had no idea of the Lord’s plan for us. Just fifty-one minutes later our lives were forever changed. I can only rely on my faith now that “Thy will was done.” Our plans are no longer ours, but His. I know where Liz is, she’s gone where He has gone before us to prepare a room for us. I’m sure, knowing my Liz, our room will be beautiful and clean, and everything in it’s place. I don’t know when we will meet again, but I know it will a very long hug, lots of smiling, and plenty of catching up for the two of us. Death has not in any way broke our bond, nothing ever could. I’m just as crazy about my best friend as I ever was. We will have one heck of a celebration on the streets of golden!

Liz you are our guardian angel! You are truly a GODMOTHER to Michael. Until that day, always walk with us, keep watch over us all, and remember…we will be there soon girlfriend-the best is yet to come!!