Recently, one of the blogs I have started following recently, wrote a piece on the changing of friendship in your twenties. (Rosie Culture) Having long since left that glorious age (at least physically, because mentally and emotionally, I am still 25) I wrote to tell her the good news that though the nature of friendship changes and though you don’t see each other nearly as much, the true friendships can survive and still be a comforting and dependable part of one’s life.
This is definitely true for me. It also is the subject of Yesterday’s Perfect Moment.
Yesterday, I met my best friends of more than 30 years. Our meeting was staggered as our work times differ significantly. Since we had lots to talk about, that hardly seemed to matter.
We shared news of family and friends. We spoke of our work issues. We spoke about sports, politics, marriage, and life. We talked about the past and the future as fluidly as master storytellers. As we walked around the changing city, different buildings evoked memories, cloudy memories, and gasps at how much has changed.
We had some food, some beverages, and even managed a very short game of pool before a dog related emergency broke up the gathering.
We parted knowing that we would be meeting again to go over many of the same things again. Though it sounds predictable, it more comforting that way.