Layers of friendship


View of Georgia Strait from Fred Gringell Park, Tsawwassen. Photo by Eunice Sloan ( Used by permission.

My friend Eunice visited last week. Three nights, three-and-a-half days. We’re friends from way back, probably since four or five. We went to the same church and school in Linden, Alberta. Her family moved to Drayton Valley when we were going into Grade Nine. We wrote letters. Over the years our lives overlapped at times, then opened to gaps — because of geography and life in general. In the last two decades, we’ve re-connected again.

Some months ago, circumstances brought us together for several hours. She noted later that we’d mostly talked about the past. The reason was probably my curiosity about our childhoods because I’m doing memoir writing. Plus, in any long acquaintance, the past remains the solid, continuous reference point.

This visit, with more hours at our disposal, we added new, current reference points to our repertoire. We picked strawberries. We viewed stained glass windows at Christ Church Cathedral and the coliseum-like public library in Vancouver. We lost and found (whew!) a cell phone. We wandered sites in Tsawwassen. We discovered treasure in the Thrift Store. She sat with us through the livestream of the funeral service of my husband’s niece in Paraguay. We talked. We talked about aging.

We agreed that we quite like this stage, not least because we’re freer to pursue things we really want to do. For Eunice, it’s the capture and expression of life via her camera.

I think her photo above encapsulates the visit. I’ve become fond of blue (what choice do I have, now living near water and mountains?) but it speaks to me of long friendship too — any friendship, for that matter — which is comprised of subtle and changing layers within a dynamic whole. 



10 thoughts on “Layers of friendship

  1. What a gorgeous photo to illustrate the many layers of friendship! So awesome that you were able to reconnect with a friend of your youth and to observe how life has changed both of you, and how you have also remained the same. The essence of why you became friends in the first place is still there, and you reconnect again, wiser and more mature, but still with that childlike magic that made you soulmates in the first place.

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  2. Thanks for your writing about aging.  I look forward to each new pice.Who is the niece that died in Paraguay?  We plan to attend Doris’–age 31–funeral July 3.Likely you heard–Jasch and Irmi’s daughter? It would be wonderful to sit down with you folks and catch up…How about Toni Roma’s? Mary Ann 


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