Lately, I have been giving much thought to what a healthy friendship entails. I am not a very needy person so the back and forth conversations of friendship do not always come naturally to me. I am an only child, raised by older parents. I am comfortable in my own skin and crave time alone on a daily basis. You would think that a person with those personality traits would not have a friend in sight.
However, I have been thinking lately about how blessed I am to have a few good friends with whom to share my life. Some have been my friends for twenty five years, some for only a few. The number of years do not matter as years do not determine the depth of love. These few women come from all walks of life and most do not know one another. They have patiently set aside my many faults and forgiven me for my absentmindedness, my failure to remember birthdays, my often blunt and misguided speech. They bear with my lifelong quest for a good hairstyle or the perfect perennial garden. They bounce babies while I paint my kitchen yet another color and have heard the story of my father in a waterspout on Lake Erie more times that they care to remember. They ignore me when I use incorrect English when I am excited. They comfort me when I am sad and pray for me regularly.
Once I have cultivated a friendship, I have an inability to be a lukewarm friend. I love fiercely. I do not spend time on friendships that I hope will end some day. Instead, I pour my entire heart into a person and am loyal to a fault. However, over the years, sadly, some of my friendships have faded away. I continue to love those who have drifted down another stream though I will stay my course. If a friendship fades away I continue to pray for that person each day and wish them nothing but the best in life. I have felt the sadness and sting of friendship that has faded. However, I am reminded of the words of St. Jerome-- "The friendship that can cease has never been real."