The Friends Who Love Us
She is my oldest friend. Yet, she’s a few months younger than me. We grew up together. Next-door neighbors from the time we were four until we graduated from college. She moved to our current state capital. I moved to the former one.
Right after we were separated, she gave me this silver ornament. No explanation. She’s never been much for back story.
The year she almost died, I got this ornament out and stared at it for a long time. Before, it was a sentimental reminder of her more than it was something I would’ve chosen for myself. I hung it on my tree out of duty. No longer. Today, it shines because she does, her body strong, her mind whole.
Her cross is a reminder not to take living for granted. To be thankful for another opportunity to bedeck a tree. To count myself lucky to still have a friend I’ve known since I was four. To embrace the fulness of life.
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This post is part of the series Roll Out the Holly, about the stories Christmas ornaments can conjure. Click here to read the series from the beginning.