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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 2 – Intermediate)
Topic: In The Kitchen - deadline 7-19-12 @ 9:59 AM NY Time (07/12/12)

TITLE: My Buddy
By James G. Davis
07/15/12


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My best friend would come over every morning, sit at my kitchen table and have coffee with me. We would talk, laugh, plan our days and pray together.

I don't recall a day in my life without her presence. She was always there, it seems, throughout my entire childhood, the teen years and on into adulthood. There was never a time when we weren't buddies.

For years we met in my kitchen every morning. Then came the day when she seemed confused.

"How did I get here?" she asked.

I looked out the window and saw her car parked in the driveway.

"Well, your car's here, so you must have driven yourself," I replied.

"That's funny," she said, "I don't remember doing that."

This caused me great concern because I've never known her to have lapses in memory like this. After we had our coffee and chat, I called her husband to let him know what had happened and that I'd be bringing her home in her car. My uncle followed us so he could bring me back to my house.

Later that day we found out she had a cancerous tumor on her brain.

"It's an aggressive, fast moving type and I'd recommend radiation because chemo won't have any effect," the doctor had said.

She had two or three treatments to no avail. New tumors began showing up all over her body every day. It appeared nothing would stop this form of cancer.

"Do you think we should stop the therapy?" her husband asked me.

"It doesn't seem to be having any effect, so I would vote for stopping it," I said.

With that, it was decided to let her stay home, surrounded by family for whatever time she had left.

At first she was able to talk to us, though sometimes her words didn't make much sense. She spent most of the next few weeks sleeping and soon completely lost the ability to communicate.

The day finally came when she surrendered her soul to her Lord and Savior.

It was difficult to watch this happen to my closest friend and best buddy. I grieve over the loss, yet rejoice in the knowledge that she's no longer suffering. I pine for her presence at my kitchen table one more morning, yet I know she is now living in eternal joy.

We had talked a lot about these kinds of things. We both knew there would be a time when one of us would get to Heaven before the other. A promise was made to try not to let it stop the survivor from living. So, while I grieve and hurt and pine, I find solace in rejoicing that she's in the Father's eternal care, free from pain. I remind myself that God, in His great Mercy, saw to it that she went swiftly and that her suffering was minimal.

So here I sit, all alone. I lift my coffee mug and cheese danish toward Heaven. I praise my Lord for His Love and for being so kind and merciful to my buddy, my best friend.

"Save me a seat at God's kitchen table," I say. "I'll be there in a little while to sit beside you and we can talk every morning for all eternity."

I finish my pastry and my drink. I've already shed many tears, and now a few more.

I look up again and say, "I will go on, as I promised you I would, but it may take me some time to get accustomed to your absence."

Weeping into my hands, heart aching, I begin to pray. "Heavenly Father, I'm in need of Your great comfort. Wrap me in Your Love and help me get through this. I know I'll be okay as long as You stay near me."

Feeling a little better, I bring my dishes to the sink. I stand there for a moment.

"Just one more thing, Lord," I say. "Please take care of my buddy."

I turn around to start my day. I'll make it through somehow, even though I'll miss my best friend, my buddy, my mom.

**this is a fictional account of a true story, written to help a friend cope with her loss**


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Barbara Lynn Culler07/19/12
I had a feeling it was the mother- but you did great in building up to it. Lovely story.
Mildred Sheldon07/20/12
I could so relate to your story. My mom was my best buddy. Losing her was tramatic, but she is with the Lord and I will see her again. Tell your friend she will be waiting to welcome her into God's presence.
CD Swanson 07/20/12
My heart goes out to you...This is a beautiful story that touched my heart. Grief is so "big" there is no way to explain it unless its experienced. But, as you have so graciously said, we rejoice as Christians knowing we will reunite in our "permanent homes" again one day.

Thank you for this shining story of love, patience and Faith. God bless~
Jennifer Suchey07/23/12
Well, you got me. I never saw the best friend as being the mom.

This is a sad story, yet one that brings hope, as we know where the "prayer buddy" is and that the MC will see her again.

This hits close to home as I just lost my father-in-law to cancer a month ago. Your description of how the cancer progressed was somewhat similar. It was so hard to see him in that state, mostly sleeping, but periodically waking, looking in your eyes, but unable to speak. I swear when my husband said "I love you", his dad blinked "I love you" back.

As in your story, we rest in the knowledge that he is with Jesus in glory right now and that we will see him again.

I'm sure this story helped bring comfort to your friend. It was well written. God bless.
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/24/12
You had me teary-eyed already, but when I got to the last sentence, I really lost it. My Mom was my best friend too and died suddenly of three ruptured cranial aneurysms. I have no doubt she is in heaven but it still hurts and I still miss her so much. I hope this story does bring some solace to those you wrote it for because even though you may had had one person in mind, God had several.
Loren T. Lowery07/26/12
Congratulations with your win on this very inspirational story. I can see how it would bring some peace and comfort to someone who has lost a best buddy - remembering and knowing with hope and faith to see them once again.
CD Swanson 07/26/12
Congrats! God Bless~
Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/26/12
Congratulations on your HC and for placing 16 overall!
James G. Davis07/28/12
I just want to say "Thank You" to everyone for their wonderful comments and to the judges for the Highly Commended rating. This story was written from the heart and I'm so thankful to Jesus that he gave me the words to convey the sentiment that was intended. This is only my second Challenge entry and I feel honored to have it regarded so highly. Thanks again. :)