Hello, Old Friend

Toward the end of October I posted a soul-bearing entry — My Golden Girls. — about a hole in my heart, in my life. The gaping emptiness I dared to wax poetic about was the friendships that I, for lack of effort or lack of time, had let go by the wayside with little thought as to why.

By simply putting my observations about forgotten friends into words and releasing them into the great beyond lifted my spirits more than I could have ever imagined.

I felt like crap that I had been such a crap friend. Yet, sharing my secret, I felt free.

Free to reconnect. To reach out. To say hey, I miss your face.

Since that post, I have made more of an effort to carve out time for keeping those lines of communication and connection open. My childhood BFF and I have had some of the best conversations, maybe some of the most important conversations, of our lives in recent weeks.

The day after Christmas a high-school-friend-turned-college-roomie came to camp out at Chateau Le Falk with her adorable daughter for a few days. We even met up with another high school buddy and her brand new bundle of joy.

We joked that the next time the three of us reunited would be at our children’s high school graduations.

I hope it’s not t-h-a-t long. But, if it is, here’s hoping we keep the e-mails flying furiously through cyberspace (with many, many picture attachments). After all, in this ever-increasingly chaotic world, isn’t the shortest distance between two friends a simple click of the “send” button?

May shooting a “I miss your face” message be on your to-do list for 2008, it’s amazing what a little honesty — with yourself — can do for the soul.

-smell you later-
Coop’s Mom (aka Tessa)