When talking with a friend last night, she said to me, “You sure have a lot of male friends.” I paused for a moment and then replied, “Yes, I guess I do.” My friend John was married to my best friend who passed away over four years ago. Her death was unexpected, unbelievable, and John and I went through it together which I think made us a bit closer. He has always been one of my biggest supporters, willing to step in and help with projects in my shop or at home, give advice when asked, and was watching my back like a father or brother when I was planning to marry Michael—he never fails to bring it all to the table! John is also one of the most introverted people I know, he says he doesn’t like people and I admit he works very hard to avoid them. Since Linda’s passing, we started reaching out to each other for a lunch date or art exhibit here and there. That has pretty much been the sum of his socialization besides caring for his mother and fossil hunting. We’ve now committed to a monthly standing date for lunch; he’s funny without even trying and is amused at how busy I keep myself. We both enjoy eating beef and have a love-hate relationship with french fries, so happy we can be there for each other.
Same time next month
