dearanonymousfriend

Ramblings from a would be writer

Talking With A Friend…

on August 16, 2013

When I was in high school, I had a friend that I could talk to very easily.  We could talk about anything and everything.  No topic was off-limits, it was that type of friendship.  We could spend hours talking to one another.  We would laugh and talk and laugh some more.   It was wonderful.

Last night I received a phone call from a friend I met while we lived in Japan.  This friend is the kind that we can not talk to one another for years, even decades.  When we pick up the phone to talk to one another, the conversation continues… it is almost like we could pick up where we left off on our last conversation.

Friends like this don’t often come around.  I have been blessed in my life in have several great friends like this.  Each conversation I have with them makes me thankful.

In another week I will have the opportunity to meet up with friends who have become family.  They have been our family for years, but now, we call them family because we share our son and daughter and our little grandson.  We are so excited to have time with them.  They will be gracing our home with their presence for a couple of days and I know already the time will fly and we will be saying goodbye before we want to.

Tonight I went to dinner with my high school friend.  We haven’t taken a time to catch up for a while now.  We have let our lives take  priority and we have lost track of one another.   That is a shame in itself, as this friend and I deserve more.   We don’t treat ourselves to a dinner out very often.  We did tonight.  We had a nice Italian dinner and a glass of wine (or two).  We talked and talked.  The conversation didn’t have a lull in it.  It was a wonderful night to share conversation, to catch up.

After dinner we took a short drive and the conversation continued.  The windows were down and the breeze was relaxing.  All of this reminded me why I knew this high school friend was the real thing.  I came home with this friend and we walked our dog together, this friend, my hubby who shares my life with me.  Too often we go about our lives and although we sit no further than 3 feet away from one another for most days, we lose track of who we are and what we are thinking.  It was good to reconnect this evening.  To talk and rediscover that not only do we love one another, we really do like each other.

Things may not be totally wonderful and happily ever after, but , this I know, I have a friend who will listen and understand and will talk.  Not all the time, but when it is really needed he does.

Thanks for stopping by, DAF

 

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5 responses to “Talking With A Friend…

  1. Lovely post, DAF. You are so right unless may make time to really reconnect we can lose our best friend even if they are always in the same room.

  2. Kari Ann says:

    This is really beautiful; I feel the same way about Darren :]

  3. 🙂 thanks for stopping by.

  4. Jill says:

    A true friend is exactly who you described. A rare and great find. 🙂

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