Watching friends come together after 50 years I remember thinking…how cool!  How they all met as strangers in their neighborhoods or school.


And I thought about how they all first met…was it awkward…tentative…or sweet?  (Which, when you stop to think about it, is the way most strangers meet).


I imagine, from this uncertain beginning, a relationship extends when strangers find they have a lot in common…when strangers become friends.


A friendship strengthened by their laughter…by sharing hopes and dreams…by holding on to one another as they ride through life’s extremes.


But life is unpredictable…how often does it surprise…astound…amaze…and after high school many of these friends departed…they went their separate ways.


I imagine they parted amid some sadness…yet happy with what they achieved…for they were able to give the gift of friendship…and the gift of friendship they received.


Then years slip by (perhaps 50) until they meet again…this meeting more familiar…more tenderhearted…it’s as if no time was lost between them…as if they never parted.


And I felt privileged to be observing one of life’s wonders…shared only among old friends…how friendship has no time limit…how its memory never ends.


How true friendships are never over…how true friends never say goodbye…how, even after 50 years, true friendships never die.


Yes…it’s a secret old friends understand that new friends will, one day, learn:

how friendship dwells within the heart…

waiting patiently to return.



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She knew her friend was hurting…despite brave attempts to hide her pain…despite her efforts to be sunny…she couldn’t stop the rain.


But her friend saw through her sadness…she could see the suffering in her friend’s eyes…because once a friend becomes a friend…a friend’s sorrow is difficult to disguise.


When she saw how her friend was suffering…she began to suffer too….wanting desperately to help…unsure of what to do.


For no one…not even a friend knows when or how another friend’s pain and suffering will end…and so she thought…the best thing she could do…was simply…be her friend


So she offered her friend her friendship…offered to travel with her on this journey…no matter how long…how difficult…how rough….

and she could see by the smile in her friend’s eyes…

her friendship…was enough.

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It is a universal truth that time moves onward…hour by hour…day by day 

flowing in but one direction…stopping for no one along the way.


The time that’s measured by our clocks marches forward…absolutely

The time that ages our bodies…advances resolutely.


But there is a countenance of time that plays by a different set if rules

defying the lessons, the information, the things we were taught in school.


It’s when old friends get together…for no matter how much time’s amassed

in that moment they are young again…as if no time has passed. 


There is a wrinkle in the time continuum…a wrinkle all friends know

allowing them to immediately pick up from where they left off years ago. 


It matters not how much they’ve aged…if they are old and grey…

for the moment they get together…the years between them fall away.


And though it goes against the laws of nature…and occurs without reason or rhyme…

they begin to feel younger…as they travel back in time.


They feel blessed time has has allowed

to relive old joys and smiles

Blessed as time journeys ever onward


she has paused for them a while.

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It passes between them silently

the moment their two hearts blend

Still, they feel the joy 

the surprise

and the wonder

when two people 



two friends

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They grew up close together…sharing laughter…sharing frowns

playing in their backyards…hanging upside-down.


The world was oh so different then, as they hung so effortlessly

It was a simpler, uncomplicated time…more innocent and free.


A time when all that children needed to do was laugh and sing and play

when hanging upside down…unimpeded…they would sway.


For they were making memories…no future memory would surpass

As they hung there…upside down…or ran barefoot in the grass.


And as they look back at this picture now…it’s those memories they see

awakening from a place where they shall always be…


And when thy close their eyes to remember…that certain time…that certain year

sometimes it brings a smile…sometimes it brings a tear


Because they realize how lucky they are 

to have shared a life time of laughter

and of frowns…

from a friendship that began so man-years ago

while hanging upside down.

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When I think of friendship…I rather like the notion

that we are captains of our own ships that sail across the ocean


As we grow our ship grows with us at a slow and steady rate

growing longer, wider, stronger the more friends we accumulate.


As we sail across life’s ocean…we find from day to day

new friends board at different ports…while old ones disembark along the way.


Some return to visit to share a memory…a laugh, a cry 

because there’s always room aboard our ship for those who’ve said goodbye.


For once we’ve made a friend…it doesn’t matter how or where or when

the friendship reignites when our sails cross again.


And some friends, if we’re lucky sail with us forever…

through oceans vast and wide…

and we’re filled with a sense of happiness knowing they are by our side…


Knowing we can count on them no matter what waves the ocean brings…

as each year cycles from the Summer, to the Fall, Winter and Spring.


Knowing no matter where the journey takes us…through weather foul or fair

all we need do is turn around and they’ll be standing there.


And knowing as we sail together…sharing our hopes and dream…our cares

that as our friends help sail our ship…we help sail theirs 


ready to lend and ear a hand…a hug…or with a kind word to say

together on each other’s friend-ship…until our dying day.


Yes, when I think of friendship…I rather like the notion

That though we are the captains it is our friends 


who guide ‘cross the ocean.

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In the nearly 200 countries in this world spread out across the 7 seas

how lucky are we to discover friends with whom to share our histories.


Two old friends decided to get together…they hadn’t sees each other in years

Will he remember me? one wondered…Will he recognize me? the other feared.


They’d both grown a little older…but doubts…they immediately overcame

because their eyes had that same sparkle…their smiles were the same.


They sat down and reminisced about the last time their paths crossed

Immediately forgetting all the time between them they had lost.


They talked about their childhoods, their children, their ailments…and more

remembering and laughing at good times they shared before….


And when they were finished…they walked away contented…each one giving thanks

for this time they had together…to fill in all the blanks…


To get caught up on each other’s lives…to renew their laughter…their friendship…

and then

parting with the knowledge…their paths shall cross again.


And glad to know in nearly 200 countries….across the 7 seas

they were lucky enough to find someone with whom to share their memories.




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Some people believe happiness is a myth…of that assumption I have my doubts

for every day I am glad to discover so much to be happy about.


When I was young I’d secretly hope the day would never end

when I was outside playing in my neighborhood with friends.


or when seated around our table…talking non-stop…incessantly

eating, in between our words, with friends and family.


In my neighborhood, in my house…at my table…up a tree…

happiness was everywhere I went…it seemed to be following me.


and it continues to follow me today…with family, with friends…when talking,

when eating, playing, singing, dancing,…in silence or when walking.


In a mountain lake wildly swimming with family…I feel just as much elation

as when sitting quietly in a church for my granddaughter’s confirmation…


It is not a myth that happiness surrounds my heart…

allowing it to float carefree

or that each day it is more and more enhanced


by the people surrounding me.

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