My Ramblings

A few days ago, I received a letter from a dear and longtime friend who lives in Northeastern Oregon. I have known her and her husband for about thirty years. I was more a friend to her husband over the years but I did take their wedding photos a long time ago. It wasn’t until the past five to ten years that we have gotten to know each other better. She shared the path of our friendship as she sees it including that her first memories of me are generic, I was funny and was a nice guy. She recounted how she then became friends with my wife, Linda and that each of our children were much the same age. The bottom line of the letter is she believes that I help people get connected; she and I have connected as friends,– that we “get” one another. I wrote the following in a partial response to what she said in her letter to me: I am unable to find a lot of words to respond to your letter. I cannot stop crying. I so wish that we could see each other more often because I love being in your c