I went to visit a friend today. This friend and I, in our younger days, went swimming in the river and went fishing in the creek. We rode our bicycles to the canyon and climbed on the canyon walls. We rode side by side on our bicycles for endless miles and picked off dozens of tin cans with our slingshots. He and I spent some long days trailing cattle for miles and other times rode our horses into the mountains to camp out overnight. As the years went by, this friend and I went on double dates together and, yes, there were times when we got drunk together. Ours was a friendship that never wavered. A friendship in which unkind words were never exchanged nor did disagreements ever arise. As the years piled up behind us and we drifted along our separate pathways our meetings came less often but we were always in touch and that old friendship remained solid and enduring.
I went to visit a friend today because he is eighty-five years old now. I drove a hundred miles each way to visit my friend because he and I have traveled a long road and the miles have worn him down. The friend I saw today has had two strokes, a broken hip and atrial fibrillation. He is frail now and feeble so that he needs an electric lift chair. His hearing has deteriorated to the point that hearing aids can’t help very much so our conversations were difficult and sporadic but the expression I saw in his eyes spoke to me beyond what any words could have said. In spite of his weakness, he shook my hand with unmistakable sincerity.
I went to visit a friend today because he has been my friend longer than any other living soul and I came away hoping that there will still be time to do it again.

About authorjim

I grew up in the country near a small Montana town, I have spent a lot of time in the outdoors, working, fishing, hunting and camping but have always been interested in mechanical and electrical things. Most of my life has been spent in the use, care and repair of things mechanical, electrical an electronic. After being retired for several years, I began writing and published my first novel at the age of 79. Now, at the age of 82, I have recently published my fourth noveland it is available from me or from the pulisher or book distributor.
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  1. sudharsan says:

    WOW ! your friendship is admirable πŸ™‚ Long live your friendship.


  2. Sheryl says:

    Your friend is fortunate to have a wonderful friend like you. This post is very timely for me. Your wonderful insights and perspectives are very helpful. Thank you!


    • authorjim says:

      Thank you for the kind words. I hope it wasn’t timely for you because you have waited too long to visit a friend. That is what happens too many times and I can back that statement with experience.


  3. bldodson says:

    Very nice . . . also scary, this old age thing sneaking up on all of us. At 82 you are an inspiration for me.


    • authorjim says:

      Hi, Bruce, thanks for dropping in. You are right, it does get a little bit scary, especially when we come to the point where nearly everyone we have known has gone under the sod. Incidentally, thanks for giving me an extra three years. I am actually 85. Have you become a bona fide Swede yet?


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