Once upon a time someone for as long as it was possible became a friend, and blessed are they because friendships remain. The token of words exchanged between two hearts stay true. The heartfelt bond cannot be broken even by misunderstandings, disagreements, or separation. In fact, the precious moments too dear to relive have indeed a garden in the hearts that cherished them. Love never ends, and there is love in friendships.
Humans learn and teach from one another from the moment of conception. Friends recognize one another instantly or over time; they become a wholesome part of one’s character’s. Perhaps the saddest separation of friends is not in miles, but in the departing from this life. The finality keeps a candle burning. Friendships are the lights that light our way, and we always look to feel their care. Even after having lost touch, the heart that cherished the friendship, honors the love.
It is in time “understanding recovers” any friendship lost in quarrels or disagreements. No one really knows all that transpires unless the conversations continue. It is a luxury known to all who invest in keeping in touch because the heart strings just will not let go either way.
Understanding recovers our memory because in time we perceive the past differently. Perceptions change as experiences gather in the room of considerations. There are memories that are understood with the passing of time…
” Memory changes the color of memories.” _Jacques Bainville
This is Friendship Week and dearest Linda Patton from Meadville, Pennsylvania, sent a garden of flowers with quotes honoring all friendships. I have a box of letters from her as she sent them through thirty-eight years, and the photos show how the children have grown , how new members have joined her circle, and I know I could call her today. I lived through her teaching years, retirement, care of parents, and the quirks of her dear husband, Denny. His devotion to volleyball and coaching after teaching Geometry as we car pooled together hold memories equal to Linda’s attention to detail at home, in the kitchen, for family, and her notes. I often only longed to be nearer. I was strengthened just by seeing her handwriting. When I painted the gate in the garden, know I remembered all whom I have met.
I miss friends who gladdened me with kindnesses I keep tucked in my heart, and most of all, the ones who shared significant moments in time. I thank God for each and all. Their seeds still blossom “in the garden of my heart “.
” We cannot tell the precise moment when friendship is formed. As in filling a vessel drop by drop, there is at least a drop which makes it run over; so in a series of kindnesses there is at least one which makes the heart run over. ” __Samuel Johnson
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