I had lunch today with two of my old friends from nursing school. It never ceases to amaze me even after not seeing each other for a year we can pick up right where we left off. The rhythm of our conversations are the same, though the subject matter is vastly different. We’re no longer obsessing over having to perform a dry sterol dressing. Asking if the other could switch a baby sitting job or who’s up for pizza at A1? Now we truly are “old friends.” We complain about the aches and pains that being fifty something bring. Our concerns over aging parents and the uncertainty of managing the crazy lives we lead. There are more wrinkles and we look and act more like our mothers than we dare to admit. Yet, in someways its 1975-78 and we are Deb, Coll and Ginnie, missing Karen, Joanne and Pat. There are giggles,hugs and the subtle humor only the closest of friends can share and understand.
We spent twenty-four hours a day for three years together. I may have friends whom I’ve known longer or see more often. None of these friends share the bond that living, studying and working together brings. For three years we lived like sisters, we were a family.
I always think of the quote from Jonathan Livingston Seagull after every time I see one of these amazing woman; “And in the middle of Here and Now, don’t you think that we might see each other once or twice?” I guess its because these are not just friends for life, but Lifetimes…