Rish and I were friends who were sometimes not friends and on that day, we weren't present friends, you know what I mean?
For whatever reason, I sat there, dignified, as if it was proper and allowed that, although we were not talking, I most certainly could be found lounging in her pool.
It makes me smirk, to think of myself, maybe all of seven years old, sitting there, defiantly. In part, I want to so congratulate and applaud the brass I had, the cojones. In part, I am blushing at the misguided sass.
Here is an actual photo of me in Rish's pool. I am the one defiantly laughing on the right. Source |
Let me tell you about the time I sold purses with a home-based business and all the friends I lost during that season.
Moving away amplifies this.
So does getting married and having children.
Being a Christian in a sea of friends who are not.
Saying no.
Getting divorced.
Death.
Handicaps.
Set-backs.
The list goes on and on. People change. We change. And, because it is natural and normal, sad and healing, relationships change, too.
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