Friends?

I debated with myself whether I wanted to write this story. Its not a witty story. Most won’t think it is funny at all. But in the sick mind of a senior citizen I am amused by the events of last Friday.

As a pre-kindergartener I had two special friends. A girl that lived down the street and a boy that lived up the street. By fate or the grace of God, I have maintained a relationship for all these years. I have both their phone numbers in my contact list on my phone.

Interesting enough, the girl was actually a distant relative, the boy was no relation. A lot of water has flowed under the bridges of both relationships.

The girl grew up and got married (as did I) had kids and moved in down the street from Elaine and I. (Not anything that was done with a purpose. A time went on, the kids moved out and my female friend and her husband remained Elaine’s and mine social friends. We spoke on the phone once or twice a month and went to lunch once or twice a year.

The boy was/is a different story. He has remained a bachelor all his life, hosting and attending extravagant parties, which Elaine and I attended occasionally. That said, I could always expect a birthday call on my birthday and ditto for Elaine. I know that my male friend and my female friend have remained friends and saw each other socially.

About a month or so ago, my female friend’s husband telephoned to inform me my friend (his wife) was being placed in hospice.

This is the part of the story that causes my debate. About a decade ago I exchanged political views with my male friend, we haven’t spoken since. Needless to say the birthday greetings have stopped.

Too shorten the story, my female friend passed. Her “Celebration of Life” was held Friday. My dilemna was would my male friend’s talk to me after all this time. He did. He said “Hey Big Daddy, I’m in a hurry and need to run,”. He turned a walked away.

I’m not sad. I’m not hurt. I’m more amused, amused enough to tell the story.

God Bless you Robin, God Bless you, Gary, Love you both. The names were changed to protect the “friendships”.

Our crazy lives!!

Monner