I was raised by my grandmother and she was always the one I told all my secrets to, always there to listen if I had problems, and the very first person I ran to when anything exciting or wonderful happened to me. So yes, she really was my friend. losing her was the most painful thing. So, I suppose I’ve always thought that for a parent to be your friend, just meant that they were always in your corner, no matter what. To love you unconditionally. Of course, if you’re very lucky, you’ll grow up and have a partner who’ll do the same thing. Thats what happened with me, and I am so grateful for it. My life hasn’t been perfect, I haven’t coped at all at times, but I always had My Gran and later Hubby. so I know I’ve been blessed. hugs honey xx