Liz and I met under class warfare on the playground of Meadowbrook Prep School where she stood guard to make sure that St. Richard’s Primary School underprivileged children could not enjoy the privileges afforded only to prep school children.
Can you imagine several years later when through mutual friends, I came eye to eye with my childhood nemesis? There a friendship began that has weathered storms, hurricanes, wars, good times and bad times and blossomed and grew into a friendship that we each know whatever happens we can count on each other through thick and thin.
Liz is also close to my family. She is affectionately known as “Mama Liz,” a name given to her as a teenager by my father as they sat together smoking and talking on our verandah in Jamaica.
Liz is my coffee in the mornings as we talk daily on my drive to work to recap what happened in the world the night before and she is my cocktail on my drive home as we recap what happened in the world or our lives during the day.
When she goes on vacation overseas, which is often, I am left in the mornings with a headache for not having my daily caffeine of her humor and wit and withdrawal symptoms in the evening for not having my daily drink of her wisdom.
I am so happy and privileged to sit at the front of the bus (smile) and will continue to hold my seat as we embark together on our life after 50. Remember you have to keep well because you have many eulogies to give, as we are depending on you to be the last man standing.. I am so glad to be a part of your tribe and know that you are part of my tribe and I love you very much.
Love Sheryll and the rest of her tribe .
Can you imagine several years later when through mutual friends, I came eye to eye with my childhood nemesis? There a friendship began that has weathered storms, hurricanes, wars, good times and bad times and blossomed and grew into a friendship that we each know whatever happens we can count on each other through thick and thin.
Liz is also close to my family. She is affectionately known as “Mama Liz,” a name given to her as a teenager by my father as they sat together smoking and talking on our verandah in Jamaica.
Liz is my coffee in the mornings as we talk daily on my drive to work to recap what happened in the world the night before and she is my cocktail on my drive home as we recap what happened in the world or our lives during the day.
When she goes on vacation overseas, which is often, I am left in the mornings with a headache for not having my daily caffeine of her humor and wit and withdrawal symptoms in the evening for not having my daily drink of her wisdom.
I am so happy and privileged to sit at the front of the bus (smile) and will continue to hold my seat as we embark together on our life after 50. Remember you have to keep well because you have many eulogies to give, as we are depending on you to be the last man standing.. I am so glad to be a part of your tribe and know that you are part of my tribe and I love you very much.
Love Sheryll and the rest of her tribe .
Given has a live Blog on her B'Day 2/23/09 in Capetown, South Africa.
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