My 30th high school reunion was this past weekend. I didn’t go.
Popularity is so important at that stage in life.
I wasn’t popular.
But, my friends were.
El was nominated for most talented (she should have gotten it!).
Cat was Prom Queen.
And Sand? Well, she was nominated year after year from Class Favorite to Most Beautiful and every possibility in between!
I was their friend.
I was really only interested in seeing them (and a couple of old boyfriends), but knew if I went to the reunion they would be much too busy to really visit. And…life hasn’t been so pleasant the past few years. I find it difficult not to tell the truth, so it’s best if I stay away from places where no one is expecting reality.
However, thankfully, my three friends wanted to get together.
I wouldn’t return El’s calls — shame does that to a person — so she came to find me on Saturday afternoon. She drove to the house where I lived last time she came to town and found me, literally, in the middle of my mess, trying to sort out my life. Yet, as gracious and wonderful as I’ve always known her to be, this time she came in and sat with me as I began to unfold parts of my story…tears flowing…
She loved me.
And she asked me to come to Cat’s house for a get-together…
On Monday evening we met at Cat’s new home.
We had a lovely dinner and talked waaaaaaaaaaay past midnight,
catching up on thirty years of time spent apart.
It’s Wednesday and I can’t quit thinking about that evening. What has made our friendship last…even after not talking with Sand for thirty years? El and I talk about every five years. Cat and I have had intermittent visits. Why do we keep seeking out one another?
I’m probably the most dysfunctional of us all.
Well, to be perfectly honest, I shouldn’t even say “the most.”
I AM the dysfunctional one!
But. They love me. I don’t get it, but they do.
It’s really weird. It hasn’t been a constant time of sharing over the years, but whenever we have a chance it’s like we’ve never parted. We’re those four girls rooming together on choir tour, talking waaaaaay past “lights out!” Them sharing their wonderful lives (from my perspective) and me, still needing to be heard.
And finally, feeling heard…
I don’t want to be plastic.
It’s good to have friends.