Standing on my Soap Box

So here we are at the end of January! Wow time flies.

Today’s post is on friendship. I told you once about a friend of mine from LONG ago. The blog was called Reflections on the Past. I told you about how I thought she had it all, and how I screwed things up. I have been thinking about her, a fair bit lately, and have prayed for her often these past couple weeks. I don’t know why God put her on my heart this last little while, but he did.

On Thursday I got a call from my mom telling me that her Grandmother had passed away and the funeral was on Saturday. There was no question as to if I was going to go, I WAS GOING. The last time I saw her was at her grandfather’s funeral 10 years ago.

I made sure I sat at the end of the pew, because when the family walked down the aisle I wanted to be seen by her. And I was. She was surprised to see me and said so. My stomach was a ball of nerves. I put much hope in this meeting. I have never had a friend quite like her, or for as long as her.

Don’t get me wrong, I have a few friends now (aside from my husband, who is my best friend), and one in particular that I am extremely close with, but after almost 30 years of friendship (we haven’t been friends for the last 10 years, so that isn’t accounted for here) you get to really know someone.

We did get a chance to talk at the gathering down stairs after the funeral for a bit. It was strained and “surfacey”, but it was nice to see her and to know that she is happy. Where did this leave us? I have no clue, the ball is in her court, but I held out the preverbal Olive branch, and that is where I will leave it.

So why am I saying this (you know – that Soap Box thing), I think as a reflection, sometimes growing up means letting go. I hate to let go of something (or someone) that I have held close to my heart for so long, but some days that is all you can do. God takes care of the rest.