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A couple of very dear friends are moving away. Not together, not even at the same time, nor anywhere near the same place--in fact, in completely opposite directions. But far away. A plane ride away. One soon and one a little further down the road.
Good friends are not just a dime a dozen. It takes awhile for a friendship to take on that special level of trust, intimacy, and love. When feeling sentimental, isn't it nice to listen to the old songs from the Great American Songbook?
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There are, of course, far worse ways of losing friends than moving. Still it is a kind of loss. At 93 my dad kept telling me all his friends were dead. It was a while before I learned he had a girlfriend. :)
Oh, I so agree. And it will certainly give me an excuse to hop on a plane now and then. That is such a sweet story about your dad. It gives hope to us all.
A wonderful song and so appropriate Becky....Ive decided my brain cells will go exactly the way of Philip Larkin....see my blog.
Great song!
parting is such sweet sorrow...
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