To have a friend is to be a friend
I’m tired of rushing through friends’ visits – yesterday I saw my friend who has had a lot of heart ache and our time together was rushed and reduced to soundbytes. Today I wanted to thank two friends who helped me during my party and instead I was whisked away by demands elsewhere.
Meanwhile, a box arrived with a holiday gift from a friend this evening. In it was a calendar and each month held a different theme in photos of me, us, our friendship, my life, our work – another friend was over when the box came and tears came to my eyes as I flipped through the calendar.
Time waits for no one, but in particular, there never seems to be enough time to hang out with your good friends or make them aware of how much they matter.