I was dreading this day.
Oh, I knew it was coming, but really thought there would be a change of heart and at the last minute my dear friend, Deb, would tell me that she and her husband weren't moving to North Carolina after all. "We've decided to stay in California!" she'd announce. And we'd crack open a bottle of our favorite Chardonnay, Wente Riva Ranch, and celebrate the good news.
No such luck.
And so, on Friday, I said goodbye to the woman I call my "there-there" friend. So named because of her amazing ability to make me laugh and believe that, "There, there, things are going to be all right."
Over dinner at a quaint little outdoor bistro, we each brought the other a farewell gift. Ironically, both hearts. I gave Deb a necklace with two small silver hearts to represent the heart of friendship and she gave me a beautiful glass paperweight. Perhaps to symbolize our heavy hearts over the miles that would soon separate us.
Oh sure, there's Skype. Email. Postings on Facebook and specials on JetBlue. But it won't be the same. Nothing is the same as sitting on the porch alongside that special friend on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Sharing deep thoughts, light banter and a giggle or two over a glass of wine.
And for the moment, really believing that, "There, there, things are going to be all right."
Oh, I knew it was coming, but really thought there would be a change of heart and at the last minute my dear friend, Deb, would tell me that she and her husband weren't moving to North Carolina after all. "We've decided to stay in California!" she'd announce. And we'd crack open a bottle of our favorite Chardonnay, Wente Riva Ranch, and celebrate the good news.
No such luck.
And so, on Friday, I said goodbye to the woman I call my "there-there" friend. So named because of her amazing ability to make me laugh and believe that, "There, there, things are going to be all right."
Over dinner at a quaint little outdoor bistro, we each brought the other a farewell gift. Ironically, both hearts. I gave Deb a necklace with two small silver hearts to represent the heart of friendship and she gave me a beautiful glass paperweight. Perhaps to symbolize our heavy hearts over the miles that would soon separate us.
Oh sure, there's Skype. Email. Postings on Facebook and specials on JetBlue. But it won't be the same. Nothing is the same as sitting on the porch alongside that special friend on a lazy Sunday afternoon. Sharing deep thoughts, light banter and a giggle or two over a glass of wine.
And for the moment, really believing that, "There, there, things are going to be all right."
1 comment:
What a sweet post - thank you for your kind thoughts.
Here's what's helping me through this - my elaborate fantasy that you decide to move also and buy the house next to mine and we all live happily ever after.
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