BFF Pat

If you are really blessed, there is the possibility that someone may enter your life and somehow, before you are even fully aware, become a close friend, a confidant, a pal who will go with you on an adventure at the drop of the proverbial hat. Such BFFs are few and far between. They are treasures that make life richer. Often closer than one’s own siblings, these are the friends who get us through the thick and thin places in life, who make the mundane glorious, who challenge us to be our best selves, and who love us even when we aren’t!

Some years back, while I was still Organist at our church, I heard that a retired musician had visited in our service one Sunday. Her reputation as a fine musician and teacher preceded her, and I freaked at the idea that someone “out there” might know when I made mistakes in the music during worship services. I had not met this woman…only knew of her and her accomplishments through the community grapevine. However, her career and mine were parallel tracks, involving elementary school music teaching and church music. She was an outstanding musician who had had a highly successful career in the Washington DC arena. So, when she decided to visit our church, I somehow felt threatened.

To my continued dismay, there came Sunday when this lady officially joined our church! And then, she joined our choir!!   Imagine my chagrin when one Pentecost Sunday, she invited my husband and I to join her for dinner following the service.  We were already committed that day and promised to find another time.  It was only a few days later that I discovered that that particular Sunday was also her birthday….

And so, it began. The planned Sunday dinners evolved into spur-of-the-moment meals out.  Any day of the week.  Any time of the day.  She loves many of the things I love, and we made hilarious memories, stopping at antique stores on our way to singing retreats and doctor’s appointments.  I learned her patterns of living so well that one Sunday when she did not show up to sing in the choir, and didn’t even call to let me know of her absence, I knew something was terribly wrong.  Surely enough, a mad dash to her home at the end of the worship service found her in agony after a fall.

She has been at the hospital for most of my surgeries, brought dish gardens to cheer me during long days of recuperation. She sends text messages nearly every day, knows my extended family quite well, and prays for all of us without ceasing. We have even made trips to see each of our extended families in the same area of East Tennessee! My life is so much richer because I can honestly claim I have a real best friend.

This special person in my life set out years ago to be my friend. Before I even knew her, she decided she liked my music making. She was musician and minister enough to understand that she could see into my very soul through the music I performed! For me, she is a rock, an example, a role model. She is my best friend, and I love her. Her name is Pat McKinster. Today, June 8, is her birthday. If you know her, send a card, or make a phone call. To her…and to your own best friend.

About vivace1017

I grew up in the hills of East Tennessee, in a well-educated, articulate, highly creative community. Venturing forth from my hometown at age 17, I attended a small college near Knoxville, and began my career as a music teacher in Taichung, Taiwan. I wound my way from there through grad school in Louisville, KY to a brief sojourn in Georgia, and landed finally, with a husband and two sons in south central Virginia. My career journey has meandered from private music studio to public school classroom, from church organ bench to grant writing and photography. Now, roles are changing again, settling into places that have always been a part of me, yet are only now realizing my best attention. This site is my internal voice as I work through who I have been, who I want to be, and the legacy I want to leave in my wake.
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1 Response to BFF Pat

  1. V J HARDY says:

    Kay,  What a marvelous tribute to Pat! We could all only wish to have/be the kind of friend she has been and continues to be to you…and you to her.

    Just looked back. Did you get my 5/9 email? Not having heard from you, I have wondered if you and Ed have had second thoughts about a trip to Minnesota? Please don’t hesitate to say so if that is where you find yourselves. We need to get serious about plane/train reservations if we indeed are going.

    Things here are “somewhat” routine. I am in the midst of a personal crisis of faith; have only been to in-person church once in the past six weeks. I listened to Paul Duke preach an excellent sermon today from Ann Arbor, Michigan. Have been reading some helpful books as well. Anyway, this is a story for another time.

    My trip to NYC is three weeks away. I am hoping the weather will not be unbearably hot (Atlanta forecast for this Wednesday is 101 degrees…) and that our flights will not be cancelled. Otherwise I am excited about getting to see and hear Ken Medema at Carnegie Hall.

    So sorry to hear you and Ed got COVID. My unvaccinated niece and her family got it as well but have now recovered.

    Let me hear from you. Hello to Ed and Luna.

    Love you, Valerie

    Sent from my iPad

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