I first met Casey at a meetup in Indianapolis, in 2008. It was April 24, 2008…almost exactly three years ago. Funny, but it feels like I’ve known her my entire life.
She was just how I had pictured her; kind, intelligent, funny, red-headed and adorable. She, however, was shocked that the Momo Fali she met that night wasn’t a 300 lb. Samoan.
That trip to Indianapolis turned out to be one I will never forget. And, not in a good way. I spent most of the evening in tears, worried sick about my son. I will never forget getting off the phone with my husband and falling against the wall in a sloppy, sobbing heap then looking up to see Casey standing there. The hug that she gave me, from one stranger to another, got me through the night.
I came to find out that the hug was indicative of how much Casey gives of herself. She embodies strength, honesty and friendship and since that first meeting, I have hugged her when she cried, she hugged me when I cried AGAIN, she has seen me in my bathing suit and I have arranged the marriage of my son and her first-born child. For real.
She has openly shared her battle with depression and has probably saved some people in the process. I respect Casey for that and for so much more.
As she prepares for the birth of her second child, I want her to know that I’m thinking of her, I’m proud of her and I’m so glad that she’s my friend. Pregnancy has not been easy for Casey, but she has managed to endure.
But, still…I hate her a little because next to her, I really do look like a 300 lb. Samoan.