Friendship is a funny thing as you get older. You understand more. You tolerate more and you cherish more. Hopefully because of what we learn in the end, we give more. Recently (all my loyal readers know) that I lost my childhood bestfriend of over a half a century. It has made me reflect on a lot of things this last year, especially since her birthday just passed. A few years earlier, we’d had a silly falling out. In all of the years we’d known each other, that had never happened. Not to say we hadn’t been annoyed with one another in all those years. Probably, no absolutely, her with me and me and at times me, with her. We’d just weathered our feelings silently and moved on and never had so much as a cross word with one another.
This one had to do with one of her friends repeating a conversation she’d overheard me having with my husband. I’d been annoyed at something she’d said to me and was venting in private. This gossip she shared with my best friend was very silly and yet damaging and it took a good month for us to repair, and get through it. Though it probably made our friendship stronger in the end. NOT what this other friend was hoping I am sure. Later, at her funeral, this friend of hers came up to me, pretty drunk and apologized. My daughter said that “liquid apologies” don’t count. But it did for me, because I am all about validation, and sometimes the “liquid” provokes more honesty than anything ever could, and it told me that this woman knew what she’d done. I forgave her. But I do regret that she was allowed to steal even a month of my friendship with my best friend. Something, I must take partial responsibility for allowing.
In all the things I have learned from my friendships, I have learned to embrace every minute. March Madness is a good way to describe the birthdays I have to remember in March. Having one less, made me realize that I am blessed to celebrate the birthdays that I do, and one less is not better!
The other day one of my friends who has recently lost her husband to ALS (one of my husband’s best friends) messaged me to tell me that she’d be in town and asked if I “had time” to meet. My first reaction to a question like that, usually always is me scrambling to make excuses. And it’s a bummer for me that I have that automatic attitude. In my head, I have so little spare time, that I am selfish with it. Over the years, I have never been one to have many friends. I hone the ones that I hold dear and for me that is enough. Though there are those few friends I will drop everything to be with and Michele is one of those friends.
I went through a particularly hard time a few years ago. One that I couldn’t share with a lot of friends and Michele didn’t judge me or even nudge me, she just listened. No advice, no opinons, just prayed with me and continued to be my friend through the worst of it. As I was driving to our destination, I felt blessed. A feeling that I usually feel after I’ve met and am glad I ended up saying yes. But this particular morning I was so happy to be going and excited to see my friend who I’d not seen for a while. And it made me think about all of the other times I missed out on by feeling I didn’t have time and saying no to other friend’s invitations.
This special woman that has taught me so much about friendship, who comes to town and seeks “me” out and wants to share “her” time with me. And our time was so special, I kept pushing back the minutes, not wanting to leave.
Our place to meet -At Spearhead Coffee in Paso
It made me think… Of all the special women in my life. The ones who have evolved. The ones I would do anything for. The ones that you realize are worth the time. The ones who feel you are worth the time. The ones who you have known for decades, the ones who you work with and suddenly realize that they are one of those ones you include in that small handful, the ones who come through for you in ways you never could imagine, and make you want to do the same. It really is all about the blessing of being the other half of something pretty special called friendship.
Michele insisted on this selfie!
14 thoughts on “My half of friendship”
Good thoughts. I did a similar reflective post recently as well on friendship! 🙂
Thank you for reading! I will have to go check it out! Could you send me the link?
Sure here you go https://aopinionatedman.wordpress.com/2016/03/14/dear/!
Many times, D, friends are the family of your heart, not your blood. Have lost all those close to me now and life just isn’t the same without being able to share with them. We’ll meet again though, in another time. Still, I miss them….. 🙂
I know what you mean Paul. More and more we experience the losses that make us cherish the special times more
I appreciate you and your friendship and just wanted you to know you matter!
U 2, D
Liquid apologies… My new favorite expression.
Thank you for reminding us how the choices we spontaneously and sometime flippantly make (such as spending moments nurturing or tearing down a relationship) can have such a deep and meaningful outtcome for both halves involved. It’s never just ourselves, is it?
Nope Michele. Finally JUST getting that. Thanks for always sharing precious time with me and I am still planning on spending my time someday being your manager as you speak to women and lead them into new awareness! Thanks again for our friendship and giving me a private slice of wisdom all my own. Love you friend❤️
Friends are our greatest treasure! ❤
” Friends are a group of Individuals that are bonded in life”.
” True friends are an extension of family that become like family and share deeply of one another”.
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YES! I agree! And sometimes when we grow up and discover our friends become family and our family has become some of our greatest friends – what else can we ask for?