When my father was dying, I spent endless hours in the hospital to be by his side. Pat visited frequently, lifting my spirits in the midst of the sadness. Even my dad, in his final days, joked about Pat's native energy healings, after she performed one in his room, and he questioned if it was Santeria . . . Cuban black magic. Those were the days I truly understood the meaning of friendship, as she brought my Bombshell buddies in, laden with gifts designed to make me laugh.
I didn't have time for new friends when Pat brought these Bombshell women into my life, but on this day, I understood why my friend brought us all together. The compassion and love I devoured from these women that day is a feeling I will cherish for the rest of my life.
Dad died that same night my Bombshell friends came to see me, and Pat stood with my entire family at his bedside as he took his last breath. As my family embraced in an emotional farewell, I was thankful to God for bringing Pat into my life and for keeping her there. And so was my family, who adopted her thirty-five years ago and will never let her go.
She is the yin to my yang, the Oscar to my Felix, the Laverne to my Shirley, and the love of my life. Old friends truly are the best friends.