The Backstage Café in Covington, Kentucky was almost empty that late Friday afternoon. Sitting there smoking a cigarette, I was waiting for a friend, a friend I hadn’t seen in months. Both writers, we had a falling out of sorts—or at least in my head. It was his idea to get together and I was hoping for the best. I didn’t want “business” to be the subject of the meeting.
It didn’t take long for him to arrive. We ordered drinks and did the normal “What’s going on with you?” routine. I was feeling a bit on guard but maybe with the help of the drink, that didn’t last long.
Before I knew it, it was like we had picked up where we had left off. We were laughing and cutting up. We also talked about the pain in his life and the pain in my life. I think that’s what real friends do.
And we are real friends. We met at CityBeat over a decade ago. I consider him my best friend and sitting there at the Backstage Café, I realized how much I had missed him.
Towards the end of our get together, we talked a little about those months of not being in contact. My friend said our differences over our “business” wasn’t as important as maintaining our friendship. That’s a simple but profound statement.
I need to remember his words. Making friendships last means paying attention to them—something I need to let go of too often lately.
I do the same thing to my own children. Now all grown up, I tell myself that they’re busy and shouldn’t reach out to them too often. I know sometimes my kids feel hurt by this and this is so foolish on my part. I need my daughter, I need my son in my life. They are also my friends.
I’m going to start calling or emailing my friends, my kids and my family more. I may even send a few letters. Emails get deleted. Letters last forever.
After leaving the Backstage Café, my friend took me home. We hugged and promised to get together the following week.
It felt good to see him and it was a reminder that having friends should always make me feel that way.
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