A long long long time ago, a dear friend of mine did something very stupid and illegal. Because of it, he has spent the past 21 years in prison. First in Thailand and then in the US.
Finally, this week he was transferred home to Australia. His mumma saw him earlier this week, but today I was lucky enough that she shared her precious visiting time with me. Far from nervous, I was as excited as a puppy while we were waiting. As soon as he walked through the door I ran to him and leapt into his arms. Lucky he’s tall and managed to catch me with no problem! Then I burst into tears. Happy tears. Tears of relief. I’d be lying if I didn’t say that at some time in the past couple of decades I did wonder if I’d ever see him again.
We have maintained our friendship via letters over the years, but it’s not until you sit with someone and breathe the same air that you’ll know if the happy, positive person in your letters truly is. I am beyond thrilled to say that my expectations were blown away. His determination for the future to be wonderful belies his experiences and is utterly inspiring.
Welcome home my darling friend. I am SO looking forward to the next chapter of our friendship.