“There is only one thing better than making a new friend, and that is keeping an old one.” – Henry Longfellow
Yesterday I met up with a friend I was at pharmacy school with. It was great to see her again. Although we live in the same city, it was the first occasion we had really talked to each other since our graduation, 32 years ago. Despite this, there was no awkwardness, no long uncomfortable silences. The conversation flowed as we reminisced about our classmates, our tutors, and some of the experiences we shared all that time ago.
There are only a few people from high school or pharmacy school I keep in touch with on a regular basis. But those friendships are gold to me. When I’m with them, I find I can totally relax and be myself. They have seen me at my best and my worst. They have seen me succeed, and they have seen me fail. They have seen me face life’s unexpected challenges. They have watched as I‘ve gone through the stages of life – marriage, children, and now an empty nester. And I have done the same with them.
We have shared so much together that I would hate to lose them from my life. We might only see each other once a year, but time has no meaning because of the depth of the relationship. When we meet, we just pick up where we left off.
Those friendships add colour to my life.
New friendships are good as well and are often full of excitement. But I think being introduced as someone’s “old friend” is a real honour. It means that you have both weathered life’s storms and your friendship has stood the test of time. The experiences shared have created an understanding and a bond that I hope will endure.
So, here’s to old friendships. Long may they continue!
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