Best Friends

By Sherrie McQuillan

My name is Sherrie. We moved to Brighton from Rottingdean in 1983 when I was eight. My dad worked for the Co-op and we lived in Hanover Crescent.

We started going to St Peter’s as a family every Sunday. My brother and I would go the Sunday School and then join the Eucharist toward the end.

One Sunday, I met a girl called Emma at church. She went to boarding school, so was only there during the odd visit home at the weekend and holidays. They were the best Sundays, and she quickly became one of my best friends.

It’s now 40 years on and Emma is still one of my best friends. We have been there for each other through our teenage years, GCSE results, boyfriends, breakups, getting married, having children, and she was there when my mum died.

Whenever I go past St Peter’s I feel really grateful to the church for those days and for bringing Emma and I together.