Isn’t that what some old friends are?
However wide the gap, they are always there, like a book end, stopping everything from permanently sliding away.
I love the words from this Simon and Garfunkel tune:
Memory brushes the same years
Silently sharing the same fear
A time it was
It was a time
A time of innocence
A time of confidences
Long ago it must be
I have a photograph
Preserve your memories
They’re all that’s left you
What has prompted this unusual post from me?
This morning I answered the phone……
“Hi Vic, I’m back in town for a couple of days, do you fancy taking the dogs for a walk?”
…..it was an old friend, not just any friend, but my ‘bookend’ my confidant, my shoulder to cry on, we shared each others worries and happiness, together we would put the world to right. I missed her so much when she and her husband moved to Scotland several years ago.
I’ve probably seen her two or three times since then, but work commitments amongst other things have kept us apart…..
We arranged to meet up in Morton Stanley Park.
Unlike some folk who I haven’t seen for years, there was no awkward silence, we hugged, the dogs (she has a gorgeous rescued greyhound) sniffed, and we set off around the park.
The conversation flowed, it was as though we’d turned the clock back all those years, apart from having different dogs, and a few extra wrinkles and grey hairs.
To me, that is a true friend, someone I still feel comfortable with however much water has gone under the bridge.
My intention was to take some photos, but time passed too quickly, plus neither of us are happy on that side of the camera.
One of the rare photos of us together, this was taken in June 1990, two months after my friend’s horse Danny had been killed in tragic circumstances.