Forty Two: Friends

One of the many blessings in my life has been the gift of friendship. Somehow, in early adulthood three men came into my life, became friends, and have stayed with me for more than 30 years. The respective backgrounds of the three amigos are diverse, and each of them deserves a separate post. But point of this post is that like any relationship, friendship takes a certain amount of work - mainly communication - to survive. My parents taought me at an early age to write, and this I have continued to do throughout my life. Writing in a relatinoship is like water to a plant. Wihtout it, the plant will wither and die. With it, the frienship will grow and blossom and bear fruit.