She was everything I wasn't, my Martha Janene. She was always kinda sweet I was always kinda mean. She was tall and heavy, I was short and thin. She got her feelings hurt easily, I always took it on the chin. She fiercely loved all her husbands, I just pretended to love mine. She wanted more than her six children, my three suited me just fine. Yet despite our differences we were still much alike. We loved to get together and tell the guys to take a hike. Movies and pizza on the sofa, sweet tea by the jar, or maybe a nice glass of wine at our favorite bar. We could talk for hours about anything at all. The middle of the night wasn't a bad time to call. We were there for each other no matter what was going on. A gravely ill child or another husband gone. Didn't matter living close or separated many miles, a visit or a phone call brought the same amount of smiles. Wish that I could call and tell her about my life these days. Pretty sure she'd flip out with me and be totally amazed. Always thought that I'd go first and she could love me to the end, but she's gone on before me. I'm left missing my best friend.