My very first best friend is still my best friend. We met and became friends more than forty years ago. We live in different countries and we don't get together very often. We lead completely different lives to the galmorous ones we were leading in London when we were working in Journalism, (with different companions/husbands).
But that true bond of true friendship is always always there. We totally respect each others differences. We connect sincerely to who we really are, to who we really were, no matter how life batters and rewards and changes.
We greatly respect each others talents! We love each others gifts. We've always enjoyed talking about our dreams.
We know how to mourn (we have buried many loved ones) and celebrate (had marriages and births and parties of all kinds) and have fun and be truly serious (she helped me financially all through my cancer)....all the time.
We come from the same place inside.
We just about stay in touch by phone. I try to visit her and she tries to visit me every year or so.
She and I are very different on the outside; she is a fabulously successful business woman and I lead a really simple, artistic life.But on the inside we are the same two women we were, when we get together.
It is a friendship we cherish and take care of and always will. It's a silent pact we must have made way back 40 years ago. It's a love I depend on and I know she depends on mine.
She is a part of my life and I like to take care of that, no matter where we are, or how impossible it is to get together or even 'talk'.