My Best Friend...Again

It has been almost two years. Two years in which a lot has happened. I retired, had two grandchildren, and published a book. Two years missed. A friendship grieved.

A friendship that began almost forty years ago. We were so young then. Our friendship spanned decades, decades full of the evolution of our lives, decades that we shared with each other. There was absolutely nothing that I could not tell her, nothing that I did not tell her.

Distance didn’t matter. I moved to countries far away, in the days before email and Skype. We wrote letters the old fashioned way, and when I came back to visit, we picked up where we left off. There was never a time when she was not my best friend.

Then it changed, so gradually that it was several years before I really noticed. Phone calls not answered or returned. Conversations leaving me feeling that something was off, but not sure what it was. I finally told myself that whatever we had was gone, and I tried to let go. But I missed her.

Then yesterday I read a post on Vishnu’s Virtues about friendship, old friendships, about treasuring them. And I thought of her. What would it hurt to call? Maybe nothing would happen, but maybe....

She answered. It was a surprise to both of us. It was a little awkward, but not for long. We found our way back to each other. We cried. We caught up. We regretted the time lost, all the things we didn’t know about each other now. We spoke of what we meant to each other.

She is going to come visit me this summer. My best friend...again.

Thank you, Vishnu, for being my friendship angel.

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