Today was brunch day for me and one of my old high school friends. We were out of touch for a very long time until just a couple of years ago, when he tracked me down. Turned out that he had begun writing fiction for the first time in his life, and hoped that we might talk about writing, as well as catch up on the main events of each other’s lives . He had been working on an extremely imaginative and amusing story, and wondered if I might be willing to take a look at it.
Thus began our ritual Sunday brunch meetings at a favorite neighborhood café. We talk quite a bit about writing, and a fair amount about a lot of other stuff. We chuckle about how we’re morphing into our parents, the very thought of which would have struck horror into our rebellious adolescent hearts of 35 years past. We drink lots of coffee and stay long after our waiter or waitress brings the check.
I feel blessed to be able to renew old friendships, and have been fortunate in having two such opportunities since entering my fifties. There is my friend, the burgeoning fiction writer. Less than two weeks ago, another good friend whom I hadn’t seen for 24 years reappeared in my life.
My ex-husband, who was visiting his family and getting ready to take a backpacking trek in the high Sierra before returning to his home in another state, contacted me and let me know that our mutual friend (with whom he had maintained regular contact over the years) was flying out to join him on the trip. Would I be interested in meeting up with them when they got back?
Could there be more than one possible answer to that question? As if! It was fantastic to see my friend again, and we immediately fell back into the groove as if we had just seen each other a few days ago. I’d forgotten how easy it had always been for me to talk to him about anything and everything. And that hadn’t changed a smidge.
It is a rare gift to have friends like this. I don’t want to take them for granted, and I absolutely don’t want to lose touch with them again. These days I’m interested in those rock-solid, with-ya-till-the-end kinds of friendships. Y’know, like Gandalf and Bilbo, Frodo and Sam. Hekyl and Jekyl. Lazy Boy and the Recliner. Like that.