Went on a road trip with a couple of high school friends. We have stayed connected over the years, the frequency of communication ebbing and flowing like the tides.
The thing is, our conversations get fairly deep pretty quickly. We’ve been able to talk about important stuff since high school when our lives stretched out in front of us.
Now, when so much of our lives are behind us, it is more catch up and processing. And support. All three of us feel there is a lot of gas left in the tank, even as the path in front of us changes.
We spent a chunk of the day up at Mt Pisgah in North Carolina. Hiking and hanging out on rocking chairs overlooking the Smoky Mountains. We talked the entire time.
I’m very lucky to have made these friendships. We laugh enough that the seriousness doesn’t overwhelm. We’ve already spent several hours recounting the deaths of family members that, while we were all aware they happened, we hadn’t actually talked about the details. Very cool, very intense, and very appreciated.


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