I’m very lucky. I have such wonderful friends. I always have. Even if we’ve fallen out, I’ve always felt close to them, knowing that we’ll get over it in time.
There’s someone I think of often. We didn’t speak for 6 months, I have no idea what it was over. That was in 1987. Looking back, it’s easy to say we should never have tried sharing a home together but we did despite family concerns. Of course, they could see better than we could. I moved out, then moved towns and was far away from her when the accident happened.
Her parents still invite me to visit which is lovely though I haven’t seen them for years. Maybe this year. The pain’s still there I guess, hidden in the 25 years since Lynne’s death. I loved her, as we became women, we were there for each other. I still carry Lynne’s friendship and the memory of how close we were with me in my heart and always will.
If there’s a friend you love and are going through a rough patch with, please find a way, any way, to resolve your differences and keep loving. More than anything, keep the love in the friendship alive.
Friend ship
‘State of being friends.’
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