One of my earliest memories of my mother speaking candidly about her own mother was when she said how sad she thought it was for her mom to be so easily estranged from her long-time friends. Apparently, my mom saw her mother fail to return calls, blow slights up into major hurts, and put the initiative for contact on her friends. This happened to a greater and greater extent through the years as people moved away, or stepped back, or died, or became estranged.

It was a lesson to me that one mustn’t let friends slip away without a fight.