As I sit here watching the leaves falling, I think about the changes in my life and friendships I’ve had. Some have slipped away due to a move; a few leaving for different horizons thus losing that link that originally bound us; and some are gone due to a falling out passing their sell-by-date. I’ve had companions who have loved my laugh and my ability to have fun but turned away during my darkest hour. A real friend is there to extend a hand when you’ve fallen flat on your face; a real friend is there to hold you up when you no longer are able.
I am fortunate enough to have such friends. When my son, Ryan, died, his dying was like a rope tossed to a drowning woman; a rope tossed from a boat, speeding away, leaving no chance to grasp its ragged end. My friends, my true friends were there either by traveling miles just to hold my hand; calling every day; sending inspirational cards to keep up my spirits; or inviting me over for a glass of wine, just to listen while I cried.
Sometimes I think of myself as a bus traveling along the bumpy road of life. Some people get on and exit at the next stop; some ride for a while anxious to arrive at their destination; and others are along for the journeys taking in stride the potholes, sudden downpours, and flat tires. My friendships, like most, have evolved in a myriad of ways. The comfort they have brought into my life is like a cup of hot, sweet tea with a dark chocolate cookie. These people are my strongest alliances. When I am with one of them it’s like we’re a single creature composed of four legs and two harmonious hearts.