We're old friends. I was the matron of honor in her Wedding, but we haven't seen each Other for years because she lives In Texas. We correspond, not by texting or E-mail but by old fashioned letters. When I see her familiar handwriting on The envelope I don't open it right away. I wait until I can give it the Attention it deserves. My friend paints pictures with her words, Not surprising, I suppose, since she Actually is an artist. She carries a heavy burden since her Husband has dementia, the Frontal lobe type. She confides and I console. I confide and she consoles. We seem to know each other's needs. We don't write often. It takes time and thought. But I just answered her letter to me and I closed it with these words: "Will anything ever take the place of Sitting in a quiet spot and Savoring a letter?" I hope not. |