I was never going to post about this, but I thought how can I have a blog about “the life of me and my family” and just leave this out.
I had a best friend in the whole world. Her name was Amy Morton and I loved her like a sister. She understood me better than any other person I have ever met in my life and I understood her.
We were bound through very serious and very personal struggles. We both mothers went through the joys, frustrations, dilemmas, and determination of being parents. Together we got clean; got dirty and got clean again. We kept in touch through letters and telephone calls when we were at various rehabilitation centerss. We cheered each other on when we were really making it. We cried with each other when we gave birth to our beautiful babies. We cried when we thought her first son had autism and then again when we found out he didn’t. I cried when she made me the Godmother of her little ones and she cried when she thought I’d replaced her with my sister as the Godmother of my only son. (Long story, after tears and a better understanding that got worked out and Amy was made my son’s official Godmother)
When I moved to our little town of Colborne Amy was the best part, I got to have play dates all the time with my best friend and our kids soon became great friends. We celebrated birthdays, Christmas, and every other season because Amy would never ever forget to include any of her friends and family on any occasion and a gift was always waiting. My son and I would walk down our apartment steps and there would always be a little gift for Ethan; something small but that she knew he would love sitting there waiting to Brighton his little day. She was truly selfless, she touched more people than I could dream of touching in a lifetime!
A couple of months ago Amy was on her way to pick up her son, Dal and then stop at my house to meet up with my husband who has been friends with her for a lifetime when she hit a huge tractor, Amy passed away after a short battle to save her life. I miss you Amy every day of my life, I think of you more than I ever thought I could think about anything. I would give anything to just be able to give you one more hug like the one I gave you the day before you passed when life was simple, you know- you go to the park with your kids and mine and I go to work…and I’ll call ya tomorrow, but tomorrow never came and it never will. The pain will never go away, I know that and it hurts, Amers I love you.
Kerry











