Hi. I read somewhere, that dying isn't the same as leaving. That struck me as true then and even more so after reading your story. To friends who stick around, no matter what, and no matter how.
I too, am fortunate enough to have an "old" (long time) friend. We met as 5 year olds in kindergarten. We were always begging to be "put together" in school (the only problem being we
couldn't stop talking!), first through the 3rd grade when my parents and I moved pretty far away. We shared so many "firsts", kindergarten, school, swimming lessons....I was never so desolate as
when my father got a new job, about 200 miles away, and we had to move. I always called on Eleanor (she's now known as "Ellie", but her mother insisted she be known as "Eleanor" (pronounced in our northern New Hampshire dialect as "Eleanah"). We stood up for each other
in our weddings, she's my oldest daughter's godmother...All those important milestones. Always there for me, a concrete philosophy and listening ear. Just a note to say I love you, dear friend.
What a lovely story of friendship that endures. Thank you.
Sari, I loved your story. You remind me that our dead loved ones never really leave us. They are gently tugging at our sleeves forever. So comforting.
thank you, Carol. Yes, it can be visceral.
Warms my heart. Thank you for sharing this intimate story.
Thanks for commenting.
Lovely story about how how those who matter to us continue to be present and how objects link us to them.
I appreciate your comment!
I was touched by Sari Lubitsch Tudiver's story and as always, delighted by Stella Kalaw's collage. Please keep up these wonderful stories and art.
What a beautiful, heart-felt story. Thank you. 🙏🏼💜🌸
Especially like your takeaway.
thank you!
Hi. I read somewhere, that dying isn't the same as leaving. That struck me as true then and even more so after reading your story. To friends who stick around, no matter what, and no matter how.
What a wonderful response. I agree with you.
I appreciate those thoughtful words very much.
I too, am fortunate enough to have an "old" (long time) friend. We met as 5 year olds in kindergarten. We were always begging to be "put together" in school (the only problem being we
couldn't stop talking!), first through the 3rd grade when my parents and I moved pretty far away. We shared so many "firsts", kindergarten, school, swimming lessons....I was never so desolate as
when my father got a new job, about 200 miles away, and we had to move. I always called on Eleanor (she's now known as "Ellie", but her mother insisted she be known as "Eleanor" (pronounced in our northern New Hampshire dialect as "Eleanah"). We stood up for each other
in our weddings, she's my oldest daughter's godmother...All those important milestones. Always there for me, a concrete philosophy and listening ear. Just a note to say I love you, dear friend.
Thank you! Such a lovely story x
thanks for commenting!
Great story. Would love to see that bracelet.
Yes, it is lovely; imagining it is fine too!
I enjoyed your lovely story - a reminder to treasure our precious friendships.
A perfect story about precious people and precious things ... in that order.
Beautiful.
Thank you, Anna for being there.
A beautifully written, moving piece. Pitch-perfect ending.
'Zol meer gezunt zein' and 'nor aff simchas'.
Thank you for sharing your lovely story about friendship and synchronicity.