Not wanting to be maudlin, just stating the facts. Yesterday I met up with a school friend from Primary School. We met over a lovely, Italian lunch in Glasgow and chatted about our circumstances and the many people in our lives who have come and gone since we first met 66 years ago.
Grazie mille Liz. I know that you are reading this because you always do...
Then there is the friend who travelled up from England to see if I really was ok and not just saying so on the phone.
Grazie mille Lynn. 52 years since we shared a flat in Glasgow.
There are friends closer to home, who keep in touch and other friends, far flung who drop a line, send a card, lift the phone or email from time to time. I am blessed to know you and have you in my life...
Sometimes I meet a friend for coffee and a chat or go with them for a swim or a walk. Even the occasional lunch goes in the calendar and always time flies when true friendship is present at the table.
