The impact of one sentence, spoken to me in 1977, is profound. The implications of those words lead to a single decision that can be traced into so many aspects of my life today.
My mother wanted to ensure that I had a quality nursing education behind the letters I would add to my name – R.N.. I chose a School of Nursing versus a University (4 year) or a College (2 year). I lived in residence, on the fourth flour with all the other out of town girls, and the rest as they say “is history”. The path forward from those 3 years included friendships that would last a life time and beyond. They would span life, death and everything in between. The good, the bad and the really ugly.
I know what I said last year about our friendship still rings true and it can be found in this post called my-friend-my-sister/. What we had last year (and the year before and the year before and … yep fourty years of getting together) has been put on hold for Covid. The four hours of Friday afternoon drink time on Zoom was a technological stand in. While it was good to connect it certainly was not the same recharging, destressing, catch up and general laugh/cry fest that our “weekend” get aways are. I have to say it with air quotations as weekends don’t usually start on Tuesday and end Sunday but that’s how we’ve been rolling the last few years. It seems the older we get the more incredibly precious this time has become. I guess with due cause as we are all 43 years older than we were when we met. Added to that no one is ever guaranteed tomorrow which is why it hurts that we couldn’t hang out.
I would normally be pulling into the driveway about now after a long drive home from the Alberta lake cabin we frequent. I’d be exhausted and yet exhilarated, happy yet so sad that our time together was over for another year. But with our geographical seperations of 3 provinces it was impractical (and wrong according to the guidelines although it doesn’t stop some but I digress) in a Covid year to met. Add to that a cancer journey that a dear friend walks and it was impossible to risk time together.
That doesn’t stop me from knowing celebrating the connection and reminiscing about our times together. Friends are, indeed, the best collectibles. Near or far they fill hearts with joy.