By Caitlin Kelly
Imagine opening your kitchen door to someone you haven’t seen in 50 years.
That just happened for me and a woman I knew at boarding school in Toronto, with whom — both of us bad girls asked to leave the school at the end of that year — I then, briefly, shared a room there.
She’s an incredibly talented art photographer, with three books to her credit; here’s her website.
After we lost touch, she moved to Ireland, then back home to Toronto, then to the U.S. — as I did, and there married and divorced without children (as I did.) Now she’s back in Canada and we caught up on so many stories! It was eerie how much we had in common and so comforting to feel like it had not been so many years; she, too, had DCIS (early stage breast cancer) and reached out to me on Facebook last year when I was diagnosed, then living in New Mexico — my husband’s home state.
On this trip we also caught up with a man I’ve known since my very early 20s, married for years to his husband, now retired to the country. We met their gorgeous Airedale and enjoyed a great meal together. We hadn’t seen them in a few years and look forward to returning. How nice to know we’re welcome again.
We also spent an evening with yet another friend of many, many years — who I met when he was a tenant in an apartment in a house my father owned. It’s lovely when you’re out on the road for three weeks, most of it working, to sit at a friend’s table and savor their hospitality. (We arrived there with a big box of delicious bakery goodies.)
I finally, after many lonely years there, have several good friends in New York, and one who’s known me for about 20 years — but the depth and breadth of my earliest friendships, the ones who knew me before my first husband, (pre-1986), are so precious to me. They knew me “when” — and, still, gratefully, know me now.
On this trip, I’ve also made several new younger friends through Fireside, and I am really enjoying getting to know them better.
4 thoughts on “The deep comfort of seeing old friends”
wow…wonderful to meet up with people scattered here and there after so many years…to share stories/trials/tribulations and even just to be in their company…enjoy!
it really buoys the spirit, it’s the human connection with the ones who knew you when, that are so special.
So true. I also know they’re proud of my American re-invention and success. Media life in NYC is very tough.