Friends are the family you choose for yourself. There are friends on Facebook—intangible, invisible and untouchable. And then there are real chums—compadres and comrades-in-arms who help you over life's hurdles, quietly and heroically.
Like my high school mates who, last week, showed up at my mother's funeral to
hold my hand and offer a cup of comfort. It was a display of "Hoosier
hospitality" at its finest. The day after the memorial service, a three-hour
lunch was held in my honor. My time-travel gyroscope whirled into action and
voila...we 70-year-old grandmothers were magically 17 again. We shared stories
from high school, we shared stories from today. We never ran out of
conversation or laughter.
I had known these people longer than I had known my husband. There was a deep
and binding connection. This group of chums was splendid and supportive in high
school and, amazingly enough, half a century later, they still are. Thank you
Sara, Lanie, Jenny, Judy, Helen, Ruth, Mary Helen and, especially, Pam!