The greatest friendships are made in the midst of adversity.
The kids grew up. In their own very different ways, they grew up strong, and they grew up steady. Fortes bolstered, foibles identified. Hidden.
The great part is, their lives didn’t really move off at a tangent. Their lives continue to run at a parallel, like they always did. A distant parallel, but a parallel nevertheless. And there is a level of comfort in an understanding of that distant parallel life; in the understanding that either life could have been at the other parallel; could have similarly just about fitted in, a similar somewhat square peg, similarly malleable, in a different, somewhat round hole. The trials and the tribulations of one, continue to be plausible experiences for the other.
Either, probably, don’t need the other much anymore.
Yet, there is the comfort in knowing that the other is there. It’s not dependability, there would be a handful others each would know who are as much, if not more dependable. It’s about kinship, and the faith that the other would understand. Or might understand.
