Oh man, I’m so tired and don’t feel like I can adequately address this one or begin to do it justice.
I am so grateful for my friends because they love me and extend a lot of grace–neither of which I deserve, but I readily accept. They’re funny, smart, kind, loving people. They remind me of who I am and want to be.
And friendship isn’t always the warm fuzzies. Sometimes it’s a tough conversation. Sometimes it’s no talking at all just presence. Sometimes it’s laughter until it aches. Friendship is burdens shared and joy multiplied.
I think of the people who keep showing up both figuratively and literally and how damned lucky I am.
Feryl Files 
I often feel like a terrible friend, and conversely I feel neglected by my friends. There is probably a common thread there if I look hard enough. I do try a little harder now that I’m older.
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