Organic Roots

She was one of my first friends when I moved to the city.  The first day I met her, I didn't like her.  I thought she was too large for life and she stole attention.  The next day, I loved her.  And for the next year and a half we were inseparable.  She was, in the truest sense, my partner in crime.  Any troubles we got into the other was somewhere lurking.  We worked well together to.. I don't recall a fight amongst us.  Although that's not say there wasn't one, it just wasn't enough for me to remember.  Hopefully the same can be said from her, too.

One of the first things you'd notice about her was her height.  6 Foot.  One of the few girls I met who was actually taller than me.  She wore a Burgundy wool coat.  And her smile was Huge.  Someone like me, needed a friend like her.  She rarely let me feel sorry for myself.  If we could of combined our energy toward good, we would of changed the world, Im sure.  But as it was, we could barely change ourselves.

When  I was broke, she paid for all our "outings".  When She was broke, I paid for her.  If she said she was picking me up from work, she'd be there.  One thing i may never told her I truly appreciated about her.  I needed a Friend like that, with home so far away.

She was always making me walk places.  She wanted to be fit, and wanted to take me along with her.  Our favorite place to go one a day we both had off, Organic roots.  It Was an organic grocery store, but also had a cafe in there.  WE ALWAYS ALWAYS, shared a yogurt parfait (long before Mcd's ever came up with the Idea) And an organic cream soda.  Funny, even then, I knew, I'd look back on see memories and love them.

Back than I shared an apartment with a couple different roommates, Candice was never one of them.  I Often wished she was, but Roommates are hard aren't they?  She might as well lived with us.  She slept there more often than not.  We never tired of each other.  Well, I should say, I never tired of her.

She always had plans to move to BC, back to her roots.  Something I could appreciate, having come from somewhere less Alberta-ee.  But the thoughts of her leaving was panicky to me.  I always say, When your from away and you make friends, you make those friends family.  She eventually found her way "home".  No where near me.

Well almost 9 years later, I still think about her regularly.  Sad to say we don't keep in touch like we should.  I've actually only seen her once in 3 years.  Hey, I never even met her husband.  But when I do talk to her, or see her, I can pick up where we left off.  A good friend is like that, aren't they?

I think of her as the person who helped me plant my feet on the ground when I moved here.  I cant thank her enough for that.  I'm not sure I did much for her, but I like to think I might have.  Doesn't matter.  I still think of her and smile.  And I'll never ever forget how she taught me how to "get around a red Light"