Monday, September 01, 2014
I went to a funeral today. For a person I have known for 42 years today (well not to the date but our families met each other on Labour Day Monday 1972). Our families are so close that we have long referred to each other as family. And so Ron was Dad #2. I know that family better than I know some of my own cousins.
As I sat in the back of the church this afternoon and watched people I was struck by the nature of Old Friends. There were people there I haven't seen in decades. And yet, given time I suspect we could start playing catch-up.
In our case the connection point was the church. For many of us it was the Senior Choir where our parents sang. In that crowd today were some of my former babysitters and Sunday School teachers (as they made sure to tell my girls). Or there was my former Junior Choir leader. Old friends, old connections, deep meaning. Lots of remembered stories.
Sadly, because I did not feel I could lose another day of my week and the funeral was a 5 hour drive away, I did not have/take the time to truly reconnect. Some other day perhaps.
But it also reminded me of the importance. I have gone through much of life without making strong connections. I have no friends from my undergraduate days. I have limited contact (only through FB) with high school classmates, before that I had pretty much none.
And yet I think we need old friends. We need those people with whom we share stories--even if part of us fears those stories being told.
Old friends. A great gift.
Rest in peace Ron.