Really good friends are hard to come by. In my experience, and I’m sure almost everyone would say the same thing . . I’ve had friends who I thought were really good friends and then either through fault on my own part, fault on their part or maybe no one’s fault . . something happened. Sometimes feelings were hurt, sometimes there was anger but true friends, in my opinion, don’t come easy. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m probably a hard person to befriend. I don’t have a lot of spare time; things are pretty black and white with me in that I expect if someone says something, that’s what they mean and I have little tolerance for people who tell me one thing and then tell another something else. I have four great girlfriends – one in CA, one a couple of hours from me in MO, one in KY, and one in KS — I can count on those ladies for anything. If I called in the middle of the night with a problem, they’d have it solved before morning. I so appreciate those kinds of friends. Not to mention that any of them will be there to get me across those scary bridges and never make fun of me for being a wimp.
Roger and Eileen are the kind of friends everyone needs! They’re both so precious! I met them in the late 70’s. We were immediately good friends, although I’m surprised they put up with me. They probably really didn’t like me at all but tolerated me because they were friends with my husband. I was young and had never been around young children and they had two; I had no idea about having a family, being a working mom and coming home to children . . I was probably pretty demanding on their time and not very understanding about getting a baby sitter. They probably laughed a lot at me when Chad came along about 8 years later. By then, their children were old enough to be left alone and I had an infant. My world revolved around Chad and I wasn’t about to leave him with a sitter so he either came along or they came to our house for all our get togethers.
We spent hours and hours playing games, eating out and . . just being friends. I don’t think back then I was the kind of friend I should have been but I’m older and wiser now . . I hope!
Yesterday I had a fantastic visit with them; the first time I’d seen them in at 14 or 15 years. Eileen and I laughed til we cried, remembering the old times. She would remember something that caused me to remember something and we talked non-stop for about five hours before Roger got home and I could’ve sworn it had been 15 minutes. There were so many funny stories. I can’t help but laugh just sitting here remembering yesterday.
After a while, Roger came home and we went to eat dinner.
Chad always thought “Roger Dodger” walked on water. He’s such a practical joker. We sat and ate and talked and laughed. We had lots of time to make up. I think I’ll get to see them again before I leave town. I’m so happy to be in contact with them again.