Reconnecting

Mine is a nomadic lifestyle, and with that comes the inevitable parting of ways with friends I make en route. Last year I made a friend, who became a great friend, who stuck with me through my own personal crisis, never asked me to be anyone but who I am, and always made me feel valued. Sometime after Christmas, this friend drifted off, dropped off my radar. I knew she had some complications in her life, and I didn't want to intrude. I let her disappear from my life, and I never checked upon her. Not once. She lives about two blocks away. I failed her. I have always felt that I am not as good a friend to her as I could be...and I am working on that (see blog about another friend I neglected below). Yet this to me is a gross failure on my part, and I am so, so grateful to be given another chance.

She called me this week. We are back to where we were before, I think, with no permanent damage done. I don't deserve it. She is a kind, generous and good person, far better than myself, and so here we are, pals again. I don't think I realized how lonely I have been without her these past few months. Maybe it was good that I have learned to appreciate her fully.

Sadly, we are reunited just in time for her to pack up and move away. She leaves in about a month. It figures. I'm glad we reconnected before she leaves, and I am excited at the prospect of spending time with her regularly again. And I am sad that she is leaving, although it will be a good move for her and her family.

I will miss her. So will my dog.