Her name was Barbara, and she was a few years older than me. We worked together off and on for a long time, we did things away from work together, I went to her daughter's wedding, and she put in a good word for me and helped me to get a better position in our office. I cared about her, and admired her, and valued her friendship. And I'm talking we were really friends . . . maybe not 'best' friends, but we were close.
Over time, she got a couple of promotions and moved to another department, and one day I realized she wouldn't even acknowledge me in the hall. I was devastated! Before long we were both at a company function, and she openly snubbed me, and that broke my heart!
Now, I've been retired from the company for more than 7 years now, but Barbara still comes to mind occasionally. Almost every time I have an apple and cheese, thoughts of her are there. And each time I make squash casserole from the recipe she gave me, I remember her.
And from time to time, when she comes to my mind, I lift her up in a quick prayer and ask God to bless her wherever she may be today. Because that's what friends do for friends.