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Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Best Friends

Art by Tammy Vitale
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Suggested prompt...
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Write of your best friend.



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I miss her.

Since age 10 we were inseparable. Joined at the hip, they used to call it. We were two peas in a pod. If we weren't at home, our parents knew we were at the other house. Our second home.

We were like sisters.

Spending every summer's day together, and every afternoon hour during school days, we were that.

We even gave ourselves our own last name. Because we were family.

Then we parted. It was like tearing a piece of fabric down the center. College. Marriage. Life took hold of us and sent us in different directions.

Now it's phone calls, cards, birthday and Christmas gifts. Two or so daytime visits every year.

Someday we like to think we'll live next to each other again. Like we did way back when. Someday we'll be neighbors and grow old together. We'll watch our children grow and take off in their own lives. Then we'll sit on the porch together and things will be how they used to be.

Joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod. Inseparable. A second home.

Dani

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4 comments:

Don said...

I may be wrong, but growing up, I always seemed to care more about my friends, than they cared about me. So when a cowardly chap volunteered to give a talk on Free Speech Day in high school I listened up. He spoke of his new friend, Jesus, who had changed his life.

Yes, this was the late '60s: the days of free speech and Jesus' Freaks.

This chap said, "God wants to be your friend, but he's waiting for an invitation."

Really? My next class was math. I got there early, so I gave God the invitation, "O God, if you are real, and you're just waiting for an invitation to come into my life, I give you that invitation now."

39 years later, I can attest to that fact that Jesus is indeed the friend of sinners, and he is a friend that sticks closer than a brother.

He also sends along good friends to share life's journey. My second best friend is my wife. She's glad to be #2. Without #1, I don't think we'd be together. But we are, and we are enjoying life together, sharing its ups and downs, its sorrows and joys, cards, conversations, and vacations.

Friends are wonderful. I should know I have two BFFs.

Fatima said...

Thank you for the prompt.

http://promptedtothink.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-best-friend.html

Leo said...

My Best Friend... Forever

thanks for the inspiration! :)

Dani said...

I miss her.

Since age 10 we were inseparable. Joined at the hip, they used to call it. We were two peas in a pod. If we weren't at home, our parents knew we were at the other house. Our second home.

We were like sisters.

Spending every summer's day together, and every afternoon hour during school days, we were that.

We even gave ourselves our own last name. Because we were family.

Then we parted. It was like tearing a piece of fabric down the center. College. Marriage. Life took hold of us and sent us in different directions.

Now it's phone calls, cards, birthday and Christmas gifts. Two or so daytime visits every year.

Someday we like to think we'll live next to each other again. Like we did way back when. Someday we'll be neighbors and grow old together. We'll watch our children grow and take off in their own lives. Then we'll sit on the porch together and things will be how they used to be.

Joined at the hip. Two peas in a pod. Inseparable. A second home.