If we are fortunate enough, those most fortunate few, who in
this life have had what we have had. That childhood friend who is that person when whom asked, “Who
was your best childhood friend?” we automatically answer by default, of course it's you. We are naturally,
intuitively bound, we are grounded to that friend. All are not as fortunate as we are to have this bond
which we share.
We are much grayer now and our bodies, much softer. I now recognize that that the lines on our faces tell a
story of where we have been. But our
hearts, deep-down in our hearts, tell us where we have yet to go. You dwell in
my heart, my friend, where only a very few people and God reside.
Our lives have remained intertwined through all of life’s
passages: marriage, childbirth, divorce and maybe a marriage again, thrown in
for good measure. We met when we were young, maybe 5 years old, give a month or
two. We were innocents then, but having lived some life, perhaps not so much
now.
We are older now, and I do hope wiser. Our edges have been smoothed
and refined, much like that stone you may hold in the palm of your hand. Despite our
journeys in this life, those times together, those times apart, we will, we always will, have that natural, that intuitive bond.
So, life goes on, day after day, as weeks turn into months and months turn into years. We are sometimes
together, sometimes apart. I see this melding of our lives as the most
sacred of things. I hold these feelings and memories near, to remind myself how truly fortunate I am to be able still to call you my friend.
There is a bond, a melding of which we still fill in each other’s lives. In this sometimes chaotic, difficult to understand world, I know you, my friend, and you know me.
There is a bond, a melding of which we still fill in each other’s lives. In this sometimes chaotic, difficult to understand world, I know you, my friend, and you know me.
