So here’s the deal.
Mom used to tell me when I was a teenager that every year of life goes faster than the one before it.
“Go for the gusto,” she recommended. “And always give thanks for those around you”.
At the time my pimply, adolescent self mumbled the 70’s version of “whatever”.
But I now know Mom was right.
Pretty much like always.
Last week my sister mailed me at least a 40 year old photo of Mom and her three smiling best friends enjoying each other and the beach with their kids.
But two of the women recently passed on, and so now has Mom.
Then yesterday I had a November birthday brunch with two of my own long time buddies.
One of them kindly penned an appreciate note in my birthday card referencing our own “40 years of friendship”.
“Wow! How the heck did that happen?” I mumbled.
The thought of 40 years of friendship hit me harder than the impressively large milestone birthday number I’m about to get slapped with.
I’m sure we were just children ourselves four years ago, not forty.
But trudging slowly back to my car I shouted, “How cool is that?”
What an incredible gift to have life long friendships.
And what a blessing to be able to tell those in your life how special they are while they’re still here.
Like Mom’s remaining best friend I’ll be calling shortly.
That will be right after I add two more suggestions from my friends for next year’s ‘go for the gusto’ bucket list.
I know Mom would definitely approve.