Friendship can mean many things.
Friendship can be transient as our life develops. Sometimes friendships fade as our lives take us apart. That is ok. Those people came into our lives for a short period and gave the gift of friendship when it was needed.
Friendship can be a gradual process. Sometimes it flows and ebbs like the tide but there is the knowledge that with a letter, card phone call even a text that friendship will still be there.
Some friendships have lasted decades and have seen us though happy, ordinary and devastating times of our lives. It is as if, those friends have been a part of our lives since forever.
Some friendships have developed when we least expected them to. Perhaps through the joining of a group perhaps from a shared interest. Perhaps going through a difficult time. Perhaps at a time of happiness.
Some friendships develop despite age differences. It is the age difference which adds to the friendship and gives a different perspective on life.
Some friendships developed in the time of pen pals
while some friendships have developed in the digital age.
Each friendship adds to our lives. Each friendship is unique. Each friendship is special. Each friendship is unique because of what we put into it.
This poem was written by Robert Frost, has always reminded me that time with friends is special.
Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven’t hoed,
And shout from where I am, ‘What is it?’
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit.