There is a comfort among old friends irreplaceable by the new.
A common history, shared life, growing up and old, stories worn ragged by telling and re-telling (but welcome every time).
Successes and failures and challenges, applauded, encouraged and met–so much richer and endurable and risen to with companion kindred heart.
The wrappings change in time, in color, size and shape…and wrinkles become impossible to press.
Chasms of time and distance or even divergent opinions don’t really matter with such precious affections.
Lovely and golden.
yes mam it is my friend.
Really good friends are hard to come by
I am so with you on that, the history matters. As the poem goes
Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold
It’s really hard to have friends, let alone good old ones! I have 4 from HS which I’m blessed to keep in touch with. They knew when I was just a kid. Priceless!!
One of my closest friends has another friend with whom she has been friends for over 20 years. The funny thing is, they are politically diametrically opposed, as far left and right as you can be, and yet very good friends. They just don’t discuss politics very much, but it’s difficult for each of them, since they’re both political junkies. I just think it’s an interesting friendship. Thanks for your thoughts.
And isn’t it amazing that you can be friends and have never met?
Amy, so true….
Thanks, Carrie & Karmyn.
Marmite, I love that little poem; I think it probably crossed my mind when I was writing this :).
Jody, my oldest (high school) friends and I can pick up right where we left off, even if years are between conversations. There’s just no substitute for that.
Linda, hehe, their names aren’t Mary Matalin and James Carville, are they?
Swampy, it is…it REALLY is :).
That is perfectly said. I just spent time with one of my oldest friends, and to this day is the best friend I could ever ask for.