She was the friend you call on rainy Sunday mornings, coffee in hand, the one you share stories, secrets, and laughs with, three states and 250 miles apart. Even in the darkest times, we always found something to hoot about.
Natalya and I adopted our children from the same organization, and our friendship was born along with our daughters. The fact that our husbands were college pals gave our relationship a dimension of comfort and familiarity; Jack and Natalya felt like family. Twenty-five years later, when our husbands died within months of each other, our friendship deepened.
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