I woke this morning thinking of “friends”. I don’t seem to have many. Or rather, we have all drifted away from each other. I suddenly realised I am the one that keeps the connection (no matter how fragile) going.
I am the one that sends e-greeting cards, or little e mails that say “Thinking of you – how are you?”
I am the one that asks people around for meals, for tea, contacts them at Christmas.
I am the one that keeps the connections going.
Recently a friend phoned from Africa – we had a wonderful chat after I recovered from the surprise. Nothing had changed! She was the same person I knew and loved.
More recently, a friend phoned from London. It felt the same.
There is something wonderful about hearing a VOICE! The voice of a friend is wonderful.
A text, an email, a card is not the same.
Mr Furlong doesn’t worry about not having friends. Without me, we would have absolutely none!
So, hey you, all my used-to-be-friends, past, present and far away, you were really important to me. Was I important to you?
If I was – phone for God’s sake.
Or at least answer my emails.
I thought keeping in contact was so important, I bothered to think about you.
And I’m not dead yet!