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November 12, 2008


Thoughtful and beautifully written, Beth. I have similarly close friends but none going back to my school days. Nevertheless, when you wrote, "...there's more to friendship than feeling comfortable together," I realised the truth of it.

There is nothing like the people who have known you since you were a child. The older you get the more you understand it. I had a gang of four and two are dead, one by suicide when we were teenagers. A few years ago I found one friend by searching the net. We got together with the third, the last time I saw her. Those roots go deep.
I wouldn't mind in the least spending more time with my last remaining friend from my childhood in our home town as we get older. I hope it happens.

What a poignant post. It made me realize again how fragile and easily lost such friendships are. One has to keep track, not take it for granted. It is too soon over.

Thanks for this.


How lovely! Friends are a true treasure and a gift to be cherished

I missed my 40th high school reunion this summer. Actually, I haven't attended any of our reunions - though I always buy "the book." Some of these people go back to first grade with me.

Last night, I dreamed of a reunion. It was in the living room of my best friend's house. And I had a wonderful time! Thank you for stirring all that up. I am still smiling.

Kia ora Beth,
This is such a beautiful tribute to real friendship, to L., and to you. As so often happens here for me I feel a certain synchronicity. So many friendships I left behind, some have withered on the vine, others have blossomed, mostly those whose roots were already deep and able to withstand lack of nourishment at times. I don't think you can under estimate the importance of those Quiet Hellos at Christmas or birthdays.To reconnect and as you write, "find she's still herself", says so much about you as well Beth. This has made my day. Cheers.

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