friendship
Yesterday I went back to my hometown to attend my friend's father's funeral. We've known each other forever. As was the case throughout my youth, I was the little sister. About ten years ago we became friends in our own right, not just through my brother. Because life tends to get in the way sometimes, we haven't really kept in touch the last year or so. Regardless, I went to the funeral because this person needed his friends. I went because of the Aggie football games we attended together, because of the wedding we went to where we danced along side his parents, because of the annual weekends we all gathered at his bay house to live commune-style, because of the real conversations we had quietly and alone when the guys left the room to take a break from "shootin' the shit." I went because he could bring tears to my eyes by saying "Now I know how you felt; I couldn't really understand it all these years." I went because there are some people you come to know and love and you can pick up right where you left off regardless of the time and space that separate you.
I am very grateful that my brother and I were given the ability to make friends. It's a characteristic it turned out we really needed. I'm grateful we both have such wonderful friends, many of whom we've grown to share. And I'm grateful that we're friends ourselves in addition to being siblings. It makes life easier. Now if I could just convince someone to become my personal assistant I'd really be in business...
I am very grateful that my brother and I were given the ability to make friends. It's a characteristic it turned out we really needed. I'm grateful we both have such wonderful friends, many of whom we've grown to share. And I'm grateful that we're friends ourselves in addition to being siblings. It makes life easier. Now if I could just convince someone to become my personal assistant I'd really be in business...
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I love you, Bubba!