Here I am

August 1, 2013

Every time I talk with you, I feel better.

Isn’t that what friendship is all about. Isn’t that why we call one another in the middle of the afternoon, our favorite television saga, dead of night, to share our achievements, our pain and suffering, our stories, past, experiences, tragedies, concerns and questions. Isn’t that why we phone, text or email when we are muddled in the middle of some epic event and cannot resolve it for ourselves. Isn’t that why we visit for hours, days, weeks on end, even though we have nothing new or insightful to claim. It is as though we never parted over thirty years ago. The face is different, body enlarged and features slightly more swollen than the last time we met and yet, there you are, the same friend I had so many lifetimes ago.

There you are!