Friendship Cemetery

While Olen and I were on our road trip the other day, we saw a sign that said "Friendship Cemetery". We both took a double look. At first, we thought it might be a joke. But yes, it was a real sign for a real cemetery. A lot of thoughts went through my head instantly. The first was that this was where you buried all your friends after you killed them. Yes, I have a dark sense of humor, but then that is why you love me. I would tell you a story about my Great-Aunt Maxine and Switzerland, but my mom reads this and may not want everyone to hear the story!! (so, ask me the next time you see me ;-) ) Anyway, Olen and I got a laugh out of the sign and went on our way. I started thinking about that sign later though. I began to ponder all the friendships that I have had in my life. There are more than a few that are dead and buried. The friendships, not the friends, well, a few friends too...Some of those friends moved away. Some just went in different directions in life. I started to think about the friendships that have died along the way in my life. If I could, would I go dig them up and resurrect them? Some, I have to say honestly, I don't miss at all. Some I helped bury. Some just kind of got left behind in the business of life. Some I might get a shovel for. There are not many of those, truthfully. The absolute best friendships are the ones that have withstood the test of time and busyness. Those are the ones who when they hear you're too sick to move come get your baby, so that you can rest. Those are the ones who send a million emails about when the next time you'll get together. Then, spend the whole time making you laugh so hard that you wonder when the last time was that you had that much fun. There are the friends who call and say they miss you when they haven't seen you. There are the ones who drop everything and plan vacation time when they hear you'll be in town. They are the ones who don't think you're weird when you burst out singing (out loud, really loud) to your favorite song. Instead, they're too busy singing along. And most of all, they're the ones who read your blogs whether you're pondering the mysteries of life or just making up nonsense. So, to all of you, thanks for not landing in the cemetery.