This morning, I find myself all aquiver, as my grandmother
used to say. I get to see my dear, dear friend once again.
We taught together, some 20 years, in the same district and
high school, when I returned to the U.S. Now, five or six
years later, living in different states, leading different lives,
I find myself asking those eternal little girl, middle-school
questions . . . Are we still really friends? Will we have things
to talk about? Will it be uncomfortable? Will my heart be
broken once again when she leaves? Rather makes one wonder
if we ever actually grow up? And, on a higher note, I give
thanks to the gods that I have been gifted friendships such as
these. Far better to have had the friendships, lost them through
geographical changes and evolution, than to never have had
them at all. I realize that many have never even shared the gift,
a true loss indeed.
great loves of our lives
friendship a true gift of time
anticipation
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