Apparently when we are near death one of the things we regret is not having made more time for friends. I so often feel too busy to connect with good friends. In fact, it's because THEY are good friends that I have any. They call me more often then I call them. I have received hand written notes and letters from friends near and far and I've decided to write some back. It's a dying art. Nothing is more wonderful to receive a letter in the mailbox. To think that someone actually took the time to think of you, write something, get a stamp, and bring it to the mailbox. Wow! That's a superhero!
This week I have phoned up a few friends and I feel so good about that. It was fun.
Long live friends!
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