For Kara. . .

My second year at OBC, I was lucky enough to meet a kindred spirit. Unlike Anne, I have not been one to find kindred spirits everywhere I go. I had seen her around our first year but we had never really talked. Then one night it was rather late we ran into each other and began to talk. I don't think either of us got sleep that night and it would only be the first in a series of allnighters. We became instant best friends. More than that we became sisters in every way. I always knew no matter what she would be there for me, and I hope that she always knew that about me. When we went back to Indonesia, she was able to come with us. She was my Maid of Honour and she was a constant support that first year with Jess when postpartum depression hit me so hard. She did things with Jess that I couldn't and they developed such a strong bond. Jess was even her flower girl. I think what I appreciate the most about Kara is that she got me, she saw me inside and out, flaws and everything. She never tried to change me and sometimes we didn't need words to communicate with each other. She lives in Quebec now with her family. Her oldest looks exactly like Jess, her son looks like Beth it really is amazing that we could have been sisters. It's harder with the distance, we rarely see each other and the long night chats are gone. When we do see each other we will pick up exactly where we left off like time didn't even pass by, but time has past by and the time in between is too hard. I choose though to look at the positive, the fact that I have been blessed with a best friend, that I have a kindred spirit, someone who really gets me. Even though she isn't my neighbor, she still is out there and I know she still has my back and I hope she knows I still have hers. I love you Kara.