Last week, I walked into the corporate office for a certain healthcare company. As I passed the first office, the lady inside waved and said to me, "Hi, Michelle!" I was puzzled, but just said hi in return. I was waiting for someone else when the first lady came out and started apologizing to me for calling me the wrong name. She said, "I know your name is Rhonda, and I don't know why I said that." She went on to explain to me that in her life, Michelle was has been her best friend since childhood. Something about me reminded her of her dear friend. I told her about my childhood friend, Michelle, who moved away after 6th grade. I had the honor to briefly recount how we had met again at about age 21. I was looking for a job at the place where she was at the reception desk. She recognized me before I knew who she was, but we were friends from that moment forward, just as if no time had passed. After she got married and I moved, we lost touch for a long time, but I have recently found old emails from her, reaching out to me as I was going through some health issues. I told my new acquaintance that my friend had passed away in 2011. I was tempted to be a little sad bringing up these memories, but it struck me that it was a great moment to honor Michelle. As I thought of her through the rest of the day, it made me chuckle to recall those times; the days that we thought we were waiting for life to happen to us and just passing the time until IT arrived (whatever IT was). We were seriously overgrown little girls happy to spend time watching Anne of Green Gables 147,000 times, giggling, and complaining about our lives a bit, but mostly just being happy.