Nancy joined me and Mandy and Athena at our meeting outside the Round House Cafe this morning. It’s Nancy’s last day as manager of the Co-op in Cambridge and her last morning meeting with us. We all shared our news of the week and as Nancy spoke, I could picture the caravan of friends in trucks and trailers, moving her and her family to Maine.
Friends have meant different things to me at different times in my life. I’m just beginning to have them again after losing old friends during my divorce and finding new friends who connect with who I am now. I’m learning that I have to make the effort to keep in touch, it’s so easy to get caught up in life and work and let potential friendships slip away. I’m learning when I feel vulnerable to trust. And to say what I mean, and to accept our differences, not as something that pulls us apart, but as a way to understand each other better.
Even though I’ll miss Nancy, how fortunate I feel to have been able to get to know her over the past year. Her moving will only alter the friendship by distance and time but not the connection we made.