Monday, August 20, 2007

Year of the Friend: The Sequel

Once upon a time, I read a definition of friendship that has stayed with me, in large part, over time. And though the exact quote had gotten a little hazy, how fortuitous that when I did a search on Google this evening, it was the very first definition to emerge:
Friendship is the comfort, the inexpressible comfort, of feeling safe with a person having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring all right out just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful friendly hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping and, with a breath of comfort, blow the rest away.
I don't know if I always live up to that, but I try... and I don't know if that covers the whole gamut of friendship, but it sure does take up a lot of space in it, at least for me. And such was the case for my visit last weekend with my friend Sara, and her husband Vince. Sara and I became friends in Sacramento way back when I was in the Air Force, and we hadn't seen each other since sometime in 1992, I think, when we each left Sacramento for points east -- my points being significantly more east than hers. However, we kept in touch over the years -- some years admittedly better than others. Vince and I had never met, but you wouldn't have known it from the greeting he gave me. Such a nice man and partner for my friend (I wish I could taken credit for introducing them, darn it.)

At any rate, it was an awesome weekend that moved by all too quickly. Seems like one more day would have been just perfect, but you know what they say... that fish and most visitors start to stink after 3 days, so I didn't want to qualify for that. But we laughed and ate and talked and shared old pics, and caught up on 15+ years of separation, and I gained a new friend (or 3, if you count the dogs) in the process. Definitely... definitely... glad we made it happen.

Friendship -- it does a body good.


1 comment:

Anonymous said...

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