I had lunch with such a friend today. Two years ago, she retired from the company where I still work and moved to Alabama to live closer to her daughter & granddaughter. Every year, she journeys back north to visit her son and touch base with old friends. I am lucky to be one of them.
We share, we talk, we laugh, we tell the tales of our year. There is a bright energy in the air that goes past reminiscence or the telling of stories. It goes past the sharing of common experiences of our work years together. She knows my heart and plants a flag of faith there; she celebrates my private and public victories like they were her own, and spreads the blanket of compassion over my hurt places. I am more whole after being with her than I am when she arrives.
Thank you, Dee W. I can’t wait to see you again.
PS: Dee~The photo is for your snowman collection….