Day 928

Friends

Brutally long and busy day that portended to be a super busy night with work. The work, however, had to be paused because on the other side of town a dear friend was celebrating his birthday. To not show up even briefly for a friend is something that rubs me wrong.

Showing up. It’s something that seems a lost art these days — all too easy to write things off, send a quick text, hit “like” on a post. That importance of connection — sending a physical thank you note, delivering soup to a friend who’s not feeling well, standing up beside a person who’s fighting a battle, even just answering the phone when it rings.

I recall someone once proudly stating that they never answer their phone. That if it’s important someone will text them. I get that. We’re all busy and my voice mail recording suggests that texting me will elicit a faster response.

It’s the friends who leave voice mail messages anyway that I love. Their messages often long and rambling, telling me the story of their day or a circuitous path to a question they have to ask.

Friends … they are the fabric of life.