On September first, I said goodbye to one of my dearest friends Taylor. She moved to Iowa to start her nursing career and live by her boyfriend Daniel (who just started Med school there).
Taylor and I met in nursing school exactly two years ago, but it feels like I have known her forever. We've encouraged each, studied together, quizzed each other, laughed and cried at crazy nursing school experiences, and shared the same passion for helping babies. She is truly an amazing person and if any of you live in the midwest. . .you will have one awesome nurse working for you there. :) Taylor is always positive, she has one of the best laughs I've ever heard, and she always sees the good in people and situations. I miss you already Taylor!
We had a goodbye dinner together with our other dear friend-Maria- at Olive Garden. (I could also write a book about how special Maria is). We ate lots of breadsticks and talked about all our good times. The three of us truly just "get" each other and never tire talking about nursing. When I started nursing school, I didn't think I would have time to make close friends, but I was wrong. Nobody can get through nursing school without the support and love of the ones walking beside you in your journey. Not only did I make two wonderful friends, but I made a life long bond as we will always share and be connected by nursing. I'm so blessed by them both!
Now I just have to post my favorite poem here as it is so fitting for this goodbye. . .
Bits and pieces.
Bits and pieces.
People. People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your life, touch it with love and carelessness and move on. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief and wonder why you ever came into contact with them. There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole. Children leave parents; friends leave friends. Aquaintances move on. People change homes. People grow apart. Enemies hate and move on. Friends love and move on. You think on the many who have moved into your hazy memory. You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in lives. He moves people in and out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray God that you accept the bits and pieces in humility and wonder, and never question,
and never regret.
Bits and pieces.
Bits and pieces.
Ohh Mags thanks for the kind words! I miss you guys so much, can't wait to come visit!
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