Old friends,
Old friends
Sat on their park bench
Like bookends.
A newspaper blown though the grass
Falls on the round toes
Of the high shoes
Of the old friends.
paul simon
Lately I have been hearing from many of my "old friends;" those special people who were an important and treasured part of my life for a while. Then one of us would move away. But they forever remain in my heart. What a pleasure it is to hear a voice on the phone and when she says "Hi Pattee, It's Carol," I immediately know which one, of all the many Carols I have met, she is. She is my old dear friend Carol! And we start talking as if we just saw each other for lunch over the weekend.
I think about how special these people are to me, regardless of how much time has passed between us. They remember and knew a Pattee that is a facet of who I am today, and I just love being reminded of the Pattee that they knew. They are my memory keepers, as I am theirs.
Old friends are one of the many wonderful blessings of this life. So thank you Carol, Pat, Jeanine, Barbara, Nancy, Diane, Herb, Kathee, Anna, Melissa, Theresa, Linda, Kathy, Howard, John, Kim, for the ties that bind - for reminding me of special blessings.
