
I called my best friend yesterday. When our call ended I noticed we had been talking for about an hour. I am sure that many best friends talk longer and more often than Jay and I. What stuck in my mind yesterday was the ease with which we talked.
I met Jay when I was 6 and he, almost a year older. He says, and I do not remember this, that I came up to him on our first day of school and announced, "I'm going to be your friend." And so it was for the duration of our formal schooling. After high school he left for the Navy and I got married. We brushed arms again as he was getting out of the Navy and I was just ready to join. Our paths took us far apart for the next forty years. We were each fighting the battles of life in our own distant corners. We stumbled upon each other about three years ago and hope to soon be living close enough to see each other on a regular basis.
As I remember the past, I can picture the two of us going into the woods with our BB guns on the trail of the deadly beer can or the savage empty bottle. The purity of that innocense still is in our hearts. It is the acceptance of one another no matter what. It is the secret never devulged. It is the conversation that continues even after the talking stops.
It was yesterday that I started to realize what an extrordinary gift the gods have given Jay and I. I, in turn, need to share my joy with others. Relish the flavor of the friendships you have. Nurture them and allow them to blossom. Share them with the world so that each and every day becomes better as a result.