A week until I go to NY

Its a week until I go to NY and see old friends at my 25th Reunion and visiting with my Grandmother and Aunt Madeline. 
I am so looking forward to this visit.  I am most of all looking forward to spending time with my closest childhood friends, Monica and Bill.
To me they were my rocks after my mother died.  I felt so lost yet they both helped me through one of the roughest times in my life.
After my mothers suicide Bill brought over a stevie Nicks record of a song she wrote called "Landslide".
Its a well known song and to this day I feel explains how my Mother could have been feeling.  Bill brought me much comfort doing that and I don't even think he realized how much it ment to me.  He held me in his arms, Oh so many times as I cried tears of pain and loss.
I remeber him getting mad at me one day for wearing all black after months had pasted. I was in my dark depression and Only he and Monica got me through it.

Now realize these were two teenagers that helped me. Usually in a time of being all about yourself and your social life they were there for me by my side. They were smarter than many adults who's words to me stung and hurt. Comments like " oh you will get over this in time" or "I understand how you feel". 
Not once did my two darling friends ever repeat those words.  They knew deep down I would never be the same and they could not ever know the pain I was in.  They had great compassion for a friend, I made it through the roughest part of my life because of the love they gave me.  Love can truely conquer all things.

Monica is one of those people that will be your friend until death.  Same with Bill.  I always feel like we just spoke last week even when time goes past and we don't have any contact.
I love Monica's sweet spirit and artist mind.  She doesnt even realize how much I admire her still to this day.  She does what she LOVES to do. Music.
 I am just starting to do more art and enjoy going to my Tuesday night classes. I have always had this need or desire to help others almost to a fault.
I tend to not set boundries and that then gets me hurt.
I am trying to learn from my old friends.. They both have involved themselves in music and its a passion they each have always had.  I had a passion for singing, but for some reason lost my passion.
I am now trying to find it. Is it singing, art, jewlery design?  I know I have a passion for children, but my lack of being able to say NO gets me in trouble.  I have been known for spoiling my own children and I espeically want to spoil those that I will foster.
Maybe thats it. Maybe my passion is being a humanitarian.

Well All I know is how to be happy and I contribute much of that to MY wonderful friends. Monica and Bill I love you both very much and thank you for always being by my side.