This is a picture of my grandmother, Lucy (center), and some of her best friends. She had two other good friends that I can think of that are not in this picture. It was taken at a wedding and maybe those two didn't attend.
In her later years Nan would often ask, "Why am I still here; all of my friends are gone." I used to say to her, "But you still have your family." I never understood her feelings at the time, but I am starting to. When you are young, you take your friends for granted. You assume that they will always be there.
This is a picture of most our friends that we get together with regularly.
(This picture was taken on Valentine's Day 1993)
So far, we have lost two in our group.
I'm starting to realize how my grandmother felt. Your family is the most important, of course. But there is something about friends that are your age, have known you forever, and have lived through the times that you have lived through.
In the picture of my grandmother and her friends, they were all widows. I can only imagine how important your friends become when you have lost either your husband or wife. It's amazing to me how many things that I remember my Aunt Dot and my grandmother saying that, at the time, I thought were ridiculous. They make total sense to me now.
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