I’ve always believed “old” friends are a blessing. They hold a bit of our past history, knew us back when and liked us anyway! Got together with one this past Friday night. She and her husband came north for a family wedding to good old “Jersey”, as the foreigners say. I moved half way through High School (still recovering from the trauma) and Grover was the first person who actually spoke to me in the new school. Good grief, that meant a lot!
She was Grover to my Mahoney because neither one of us thought our first names were “cool” I guess. We hung out together and did some stuff I still wouldn’t want to explain to my parents — or kids for that matter. But here we are, both married parents of two grown kids, and Grandmothers too. She’s got a grandson and daughter, and we’ve got our Arielle. Our husbands kindly sat and listened over dinner to our trip down memory lane, and we realized we’ve been friends for 38 years. No easy task, since we are only around 35.
Anyway, it’s always wonderful to spend time with someone who remembers what one looked like at age 17…
Good Night, and be well to all!
So funny this topic came up. We also, Bob & I visited with a friend Karen. whom we had not seen in 30+ years 2 weeks ago, and as you said amazing we are not much older than that. We had such a great time had lunch, birthday cake (for me). We went to her community pool and hung out. So much fun we 3 and her son had a great time. Old friends are definately the best of friends.
Diane, you are so right! Time may change the exterior, but the heart remains the same!