Guest Blog by Karen Hill
Recently, a friend from the past and I were able to reconnect for a drink in the late afternoon. It had been five years since we had seen each other, and it felt like no time had gone by at all. She looked wonderful and spoke about her husband and two children with such love and pride.
Twenty-five years ago, she moved to the Northwest. This date is marked in my mind because one of my best friends was going to miss the birth of my first son. She moved when I was nine months pregnant.
However, time and distance has never played a part in our relationship. My late husband and I flew to Portland to introduce her to Brian when he was three months old. Eventually, Dede moved to Seattle and ironically, we moved to Portland. But, we were now a four-hour drive apart so we could get together more often – which we did!
Over the years, we have been there for each other through the good and bad times. The birth of her daughter and son; the birth of my youngest son. We have supported each other through job losses, graduations, the passing of my first husband, and my new marriage. No matter where we are when the phone rings, we answer and as we talk, time slips away. The sound of her voice brings a smile to my heart.
We have not allowed time, distance, or the busyness of life to interfere with the bond of friendship that we built all those years ago. Thank you, Dede!