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.
3 comments:
I'm sorry the friendship ended that way. It's hard when you have no idea what changed, isn't it?
I like apples and peanut butter - extra crunchy Jif (made from Georgia peanuts). (My Jr. year at college I pretty much lived off of apples and peanut better, canned chili, and Tab and cheese crackers from the vending machine-with an occasional trip to Wendy's salad bar to even things out.) Also love Triscuits and peanut butter, especially the newer Rosemary and Olive Oil flavored Triscuits.
Hello from Texas! And how SAD! Some people do not know the meaning of friendship...Lovely blog!
How fitting that you wrote about this. I was just reunited with two friends a couple days ago. It's silly to let things get in the way of good friendship, isn't it?
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