Friendship and understanding

Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: “What! You too? I thought I was the only one. –C. S. Lewis

Most friendships begin with all of those lovely things that we have in common with another person and grow over time.

But, some friendships are rooted in shared sorrows and an intimate understanding of loss.

My friendship with Tonya began as the latter. The loss of a parent–in Tonya’s case, both parents–brought us together.

And over time, our relationship has evolved into so much more than that.

We laugh, encourage one another, and celebrate life together.

But there’s an underlying knowledge that she understands me.

When I experience great joy, she knows that there’s a part of me mourns my father.

When I’m struggling, she knows just what to say that both acknowledges what I’m saying but also what I’m not.

I am guest posting for Tonya today over on Letters for Lucas, where I’ve shared a letter to my mother, a woman who I don’t thank nearly often enough.

It would mean the world to me if you came by to say hello.

Thank you for your friendship, Tonya. I count you amongst my greatest blessings.



  1. twertman

    So happy to have you on my blog today, but even happier that we are friends. xoxo

    P.S. Those ice cream cookie sandwiches above… yeah, I may have licked my computer screen. Just sayin'

  2. Sherri

    It was such a beautiful post, my friend…

  3. Susan Cooper

    What a beautiful sentiment. When you have a freindship such as that it a treasure beyond measure. Sadly I lost my best friend many years ago due to domestic violence. I can still hear her laugh, see her smile and remember how she would chastise me for doubting myself in my minds eye. I miss her so. :). <a herf="">Susan Cooper

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