Some Things Never Change

I had brunch with some of my college friends today, one of which I had not seen in over 20 years. We chatted as if we had seen each other yesterday, and spent time catching up on the last 2 decades since we last saw one another.

There were 6 of us that lived in the dorm together during our freshman year at F.I.T. Even then, we were all from different backgrounds, each seeking different things from life. Somehow, we formed strong bonds that seemed to transcend our diversity.

Over time, we all went our separate ways;  marrying, having careers and families. We drifted apart naturally, without malice.

Many years later, we have rekindled our friendship and are rediscovering the joy we experienced together so long ago.

All but one of us had a change of career along the way. There are successful marriages, a few divorces and one widow who lost her husband way too soon. There are 9 children between us, ranging from 6 to 24 years of age. We live in suburbs, big cities and outer boroughs.  Some of us have had successful careers, and others have pulled back to pursue other interests. There have been drug riddled relationships, and relationships that were not as “advertised.” There has been loss; of parents,siblings, a spouse and of career situation that  turned abusive.

We are a group that if we met today, would find nothing in common. But the thread that ties us together is the deep strength and resiliency to take whatever life gives us and toss it back. It is a group of women that share a past of being supportive and non-judgmental. We were always there for one another, and some how I believe that after all this time, we still are.

It’s funny how nothing ever stays the same, and some things never change.

photo: Glasshouse Images

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One Response to “Some Things Never Change”

  1. Mariellen Says:

    I am one of those 6 that Shari has blogged about. I have never doubted our friendship, just missed it. I am so grateful that we’ve had this opportunity to reconnect and revisit, to share our joys and our sorrows. It seems like a lifetime since we were bright eyed 18 year olds, but it is still as fresh in my mind as yesterday.

    I look at my 13 y/o starting out with friendships, and the way she values her friends. I hope and pray that she finds her Shari.

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