Lizzie and I met at Hawker College in Year 11 biology, in 1976. Our desks were arranged in a U-shape around the room, and she sat directly opposite me. She was cheerful, smart, and participative, engaging Mr Hoy in banter and obviously having a good time while knowing her stuff.
After the first 2 weeks, I figured I was going to do better in the class if I sat next to her, so I moved my seat. Thirty-five years later, we are still friends.
Through boyfriends, marriages, kids, divorce, grandkids, through cancer, travel, sewing, and food, our friendship buoys us both. We always have a bed in the other's house, and know there is a loving heart always ready to listen and support.
Friendship. It rocks.