When our 84-year-old friend Shirley passed away a week ago I wondered when or if we would ever see her kids again, now that their folks were gone.
The youngest showed up at our church today, even though it was an hour’s drive. We had a good chat.
His older brother was two and a half hours away from his home yesterday when we randomly ran into him in Oakland. Instant joy.
It was so good to see those two. And even when it’s been decades when you see an old friend, you pick up right where you left off as if there had been no time between, you just have all the more to talk about as you catch up.
I’m sitting here thinking of several old friends who really could use a vacation to California. Hint hint.