I have a strange way of making friends. I mean, I meet people pretty much the same way everyone else does, but I go about choosing my “keeper” friends oddly. #8 and #9 are such people.
Do I remember exactly when I met Shane? Nope. I know he did community theatre with my Mom and I was involved backstage somehow. I was quite young and don’t have the clearest memories of my community theatre days. Once I got involved, I got heavily involved, and one production blends into another.
What I do remember clearly is that Shane was part of a group of crazy boys (men?) that I admired and loved very much. They were (are?) smart, witty, creative, rambunctious, and fiercely loyal to each other. They all pretty much treated me like a little sister (though I thought most of them were hawt!) and protected me. Our families knew each other well and spent a lot of time together, but I was still the “kid” through most of it.
There was a lapse in time where Shane and I didn’t really speak or see each other. Too long of a story to mention, but he was back in town when I turned 20 (or was it 21? Again… a blur) and he took me out for an amazing day that resulted in drinks and getting my navel pierced.
Though we were good acquaintances up until that point, that one day of sharing, confiding, hugging, and celebrating made us brother and sister. One day is all it took.
And it’s been that way ever since.
He lives on the other side of the world now with his beautiful family.
But he’s still my Big Bro. Taking care of me from afar.