As the year end looms near, a ritual to account for our blessings is a practice of many. Where would we be without friends who give unwittingly? Specially during those moments of game changing experiences, when even the most solid among your circle confides I do not know where you get the strength to cope with all that has been on your plate.
Quietly recounting the past year, allowing for the opportunity to remember who helped me through it. Recalling how a conversation on the phone, an unplanned visit, a walk, an invitation to make dinner together made an impression. How grateful I felt for the brief levity provided.
I honor friends as the grist which makes life more satisfying. Friendship borne of patience, traversed over time, standing by you again and again, encouraging your every effort at doing good or doing the right thing.
In making me laugh through a difficult situation by recalling an unlikely incident (when both were younger), the gesture was auspicious and timely. It reminded me how I can grow.
An uncalled-for praise of a long forgotten achievement was given. The achievement at the time seemingly unattainable, because of lack of experience and gentleness towards self was not yet developed. Praise following praise for growth.
Others taught by example. How courage and joy for living combined, life can be faced head on. Upon recently hearing of a friend entering a facility for those living with Alzheimer's disease, I felt a mix of being crestfallen, yet assured. Sensing it was challenging, knowing you cannot attend to their need for constant attention, a husband’s choice to give safe haven gave my spirit lift.
Some served as witness and reminded you, the kind soul you are nurturing in yourself.
A few responded to a request, without hesitation, to be at your aid.
Acts of selflessness abound in my life, gifts from friends. A few not seen in decades, surfaced and offered words of reassurance.
The end of year is near.
Caring, love, and comfort are felt throughout.
Hail to our friendship.
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