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This is not the place for my complaint, Mardy, but I want to subscribe again to the Substack. It won't let me change/update my email address! I'm still such a tyro. Can you help?

I had four "sister-friends" in my life; all in heaven now, I hope! Georgette and I met respectively at 9 and 8, we walked to school together, and she moved in with my family in her teens. We then had a 25-year hiatus due to her getting married at 18 and my pursuing my career. We got back together on the death of my sister and stayed in touch then through snail mail, an occasional phone call, and a few visits. To be frank, we never could have maintained the friendship without the 1500-mile distance between Wisconsin and Florida. Absence did make the hearts grow fonder in our case. Peggy and I stayed close mainly through phone calls after she left to go back home to San Francisco. She had helped me through some traumatic events, and she truly was more sister than friend. When I finally got to California, I was able to spend some time with her. I met Kate and Rita when I started my 20-year banking career in 1976. Kate was instrumental in my hire and Rita was (of all things) the switchboard operator. (Community banks were so different in those days.) Most friendships are bonded in a business "family," which dissipate when one or more of the people leave. Not so with Kate and Rita and me. We lunched and visited and celebrated birthdays and other family events until their deaths. I have some new friends now, but they're more like my children instead of contemporaries. How many 94-year-olds do you know?

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The true sign of a tight friendship is one that feels like family. That is why childhood friendships that make it to full adulthood seem to last forever.

It is a blessing to find friends that feel like family later in life. Thank you Mardy. :)

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