I didn’t write or do much of anything in the blogosphere this weekend. I somehow picked up another flu bug and was extremely ill. I am feeling a little better now; however, I am very frustrated that every time I have plans, I seem to get something that keeps me from going.
This weekend it was to help celebrate the accomplishments of a young woman who has blessed my life for many years now. Even though I haven’t seen her in ages, we will always be in each other’s hearts, and I have God to thank for that. I am going to call her “Doc” for reasons you will soon see.
I met Doc when she was 15 and in grade 10. She was part of our church’s youth; however, she didn’t join in much with the youth program. We found out she enjoyed working with computers and had taught herself some basic web design. At that time, Hubby and I owned a web hosting and development company with two friends. I got Doc to help with the church website which I volunteered on and she did an excellent job. So, I hired her to do coding for me on our clients’ sites.
She proved to be a tremendous asset to the company and help for me. I would send her a sample page layout, and she would create the rest of the site faster than I could blink! We worked in our homes and communicated mostly by MSN manager (it was awhile ago! 😉 ). We both are fast typers, so it was like we were having a regular conversation. However, most of the time we didn’t have to “talk” because we could practically read each other’s minds! I loved working with her as was sad when higher learning took her away – though I was so proud of her at the same time!
Doc graduated from high school with flying colours. She went on to get a Bachelor of Science, four years of medical school and then into her specialty of choice.
Mixed in with all of this education, Doc met the man of her dreams, married him (I made the wedding cake!) and just this year gave birth to twins.
The celebration yesterday was that Doc passed her specialty exam. Also, I still haven’t met her babies. Both Hubby and I were looking forward to going both to honour her and reconnect with her, her hubby, and the rest of her family. Her parents have been dear friends; however, they moved, and we just lost touch. This is sad because these people are more like family.
But Doc would not want me sitting around feeling sorry for myself because I couldn’t go. She would tell me to do whatever I can to get stronger and feel better. So, to honour her, that is exactly what I will do.
I am so proud of my Doc!