Make new friends,
But keep the old,
One is silver
And the other gold.
I learned that song as a Brownie, I think, and I’ve loved it ever since. The trouble is, though, that I’ve always had trouble making new friends. All of my friends (except for you, lovely internet friends, and I love you all so very, very much ♥) are friends that I’ve had since childhood – my oldest friend and I go back…um…*counts on fingers*…23 years now. Holy crap, we go back 23 years?! That’s kind of a scary thought!
My friends have been on my mind a lot lately as my ten-year high school reunion is fast approaching. That’s kind of a scary thought, too. It’s hard to believe we’ve been out of school for ten whole years already – I don’t feel any different than the girl in that picture up there! Most of the time I still feel like I have no idea what I’m doing and that someone will figure it out any minute and then I’ll be in big trouble. I suppose we all feel that way at some point in our lives. Anyway, I’ve been having mixed feelings about going to my reunion because on one hand, while it would be nice to see everybody, there are a lot of people who won’t be able to make it back (I have the wonder of Facebook to thank for that knowledge). Also, there seems to be about the same level of organization this time around as there was the last time, when the whole thing was thrown together in about two weeks and basically all we did was hang out at the country club and drink. This time the plan is to wander downtown (which is all of a block long, and no, I’m not kidding) between the brewery and the two bars, talking and drinking and maybe stopping at Nana Rosa’s for a pizza along the way. Still not terribly organized. As far as I know, we didn’t even have a float in the Fourth of July parade, which classes usually do during reunion years (I skipped both the parade and the fireworks this year due to the fact that Iowa seems to have been transplanted to the surface of the sun – it was weird, but at least my living room is air conditioned, as opposed to the park and the parade route).
On the other hand, the people in my class that I really care about keeping in touch with are people I connect with in some way on a fairly regular basis, whether through email or phone or in person or social networking or what have you. And yet, our class was small (there were 63 in our class at the beginning of the year – one girl moved away and two didn’t graduate, so that left us with 60 at the end of the year), as most classes in our school district and neighboring districts are. It’s a rural area and families are smaller these days. Besides that, we’ve already lost two classmates to untimely deaths – one was murdered four years ago and one was killed in a car accident two years after that (I think). So you never know when may be the last time you see a person. Our reunion is actually the night before a golf tournament in honor of our murdered classmate, who was a genuinely nice guy. I’ve written about him before; you can find the post here.
But enough of that. The fact that it’s already time for my ten-year reunion has me wondering where the heck the last ten years have gone! Some friendships I’ve lost and that has bothered me quite a bit, because I don’t like to lose friends since I have such a hard time making them in the first place. I recognize that sometimes it’s just the way things go, but when you’re so close with someone, realizing that these things happen sometimes doesn’t make it hurt any less. In some ways, the end of a friendship can be like the end of a marriage or the death of a loved one. Grieving is done. But at the same time, I’ve gotten to know some friends better than I ever could have imagined and even made some new friends who I am very excited to have met. I couldn’t ask for better friends than the ones I have, although I could – and do! – ask to see them more frequently. I’ve often remarked that I wish transporters were real (and by that I mean real in the sense that they were currently capable of transporting matter in the same manner as on Star Trek) so that I could see my friends more often, since so many of them live at least an hour away. I’m fortunate to have many wonderful friends who have put up with me over the years and been there for me through thick and thin. They are my sisters, my confidants, the ones who tell me what I need to hear whether I want to hear it or not (and I don’t always).
Friends are the family we choose.
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- Amazing Friendships (utesmile.wordpress.com)
- Thank You for Being a Friend (aninspiredapproach.com)
- Sometimes i get a feeling of proudness when i see my friends. (syncoroll.wordpress.com)
- …tRue fRiends… (iampinks.wordpress.com)