Miss Dee

Not long ago I had the opportunity to have lunch with my dear friend Denise Pullen. It gave me a chance to reflect on just how lucky I am to have the friends I do, and wonder if other people feel this way. How often do we pause and think about what our friends mean to us? And what I really wonder is, do the people that I pass on the street have what I have? Do you have a Denise in your life? We all talk about our good friends, but I sometimes wonder if most of us, wrapped up in our own little worlds, struggling to make the mortgage payment, or feed the kids or please the boss know, I mean really know that there's someone out there who cares? And not just cares, but is often (not always, I'm not an idiot, you know) willing to make you as important in their lives as themselves. I think about the possibility that there are people out there who don't have someone like this in their lives and it actually makes me sad.

And I know that there are people out there who're gonna think I'm a nutcase for saying something like this, but you know what? Those are the people I feel sad for. Those people who can't make that kind of connection with another person, and can't see why it's important. The profound sense of comfort that comes of having that kind of person in your life - the instinctual knowledge that you can try anything - succeed or fail - and know that they're always going to be there to support you.

Anyway, it's important to say thank you to the people who make your life what it is (if it's good, mind you, as I think mine is). So though I don't say it often: Thank you Gavan. Thanks Denise and Amy and Toni and Nick and Jeff. My love, feeble though it sometimes is, is yours.