A friend is someone who likes you.
It can be a boy…
It can be a girl…
These are the opening pages to Joan Walsh Anglund’s beloved little book, A Friend is Someone Who Likes You, first published in 1958, one that sat on my parents’ coffee table for years, one I read aloud to my fourth grade class the first year I taught. I still have a copy of Anglund’s book on my shelves, because no matter our age or stage in life, we all need friends, whether in good times or bad.
I’ve written about this topic several times before, but friends and friendship were again on my mind as I awakened this morning, no doubt ignited by yesterday’s household belongings sale we held yesterday with our neighbors. Our tables were filled with not just the ordinary accumulations one has for day-to-day living, like plates, glasses, trays or pans, but bits of history, items that once held sentimental value. Decorations, artwork, mementos from travels, all things that held a memory of a time and place, also occupied places on the sales tables. I surprised myself at how quickly I was able to let them go when a neighbor or stranger picked one or two of those things off the table and murmured, “Oh, I love this…” Things, accumulated belongings, stuff—call it what you may, but I felt little but delight that someone else might use and enjoy what I once called “mine.”
We had help with the sale. Alecia supervised the entire process of the garage sale. Victoria simplified the pricing process. Sue brought muffins and smoothies to help fuel us during the day. Carrie provided tables and transport to Goodwill for leftover goods. Neighbors conspired to have a small “farewell” party the night after the moving truck departs. Other friends dropped by, less to peruse our tables, but more to offer good wishes and give us a farewell hug. There were several moments where my eyes filled with tears, and I turned to a corner of the garage or walked inside our house to let my emotions settle. Unlike once cherished objects, letting go and leaving friends and neighbors who have been part of my life here isn’t so simple.
“You gotta’ have friends,” Bette Midler crooned on her 1973 album, The Divine Miss M (Atlantic Records). Yes, we all “gotta'” have friends. I remembering singing along to Midler’s recording in the late seventies, when my life seemed to fall apart, and a few close friends were there to help me through a tumultuous and painful time of trauma and loss. Of course, not all the people we call “friends” stick by us through hard times, whether loss, a marriage break-up, cancer or other life hardships. As Midler reminds us in the song:
I got some friends but they’re gone
Someone came and took them away…
It’s during those difficult times in our lives that we truly discover what friendship is—and what separates our friends from our acquaintances in life. Friends endure. We share history and stories, laughter and tears. They remind us of who we were and who we are. In times of upheaval, change and transition, they provide the continuity we need in our lives, and sometimes, as many of us so painfully discover, they are “there” for us when our immediate families may not be.
A friend is one that knows you as you are, understands where you have been, accepts what you have become, and still, gently allows you to grow. – William Shakespeare
Although I spent my childhood in one small town, my adult life has been punctuated by several moves, and once again, my husband and I are packing our bags and heading back to the city where we met and married, where even now, both daughters consider it “home,” despite their many travels and living in different countries. I have been lucky to have several dear friends in Canada and the West—friendships formed in early in life, ones enduring through all my trials, tribulations, and moves to the opposite side of the country. When I grouse about how many times we’ve changed residences, I remind myself how rich my life is, due in large part to my enduring friendships with people scattered around the world. These are people who shared the impulsiveness and turbulence of youth, stuck by me during difficult chapters of my life, showed up when I least expected it, embraced and welcomed me when I felt most alone.
We all need friends. Isolation and loneliness are often harbingers of emotional or physical illness. Friendship, according to Rebecca Adams, a professor of sociology at the University of North Carolina, has a bigger impact on our psychological well-being than family relationships. Better health, a more positive outlook, longer lifespan and more hopeful attitude towards life are just some of the benefits of friendship, including lowered risk of coronary heart disease. Strong friendships have been shown to benefit brain health as we age and increase longevity. In a 2006 study of nurses diagnosed with breast cancer, those without close friends were far more likely to dies from their cancer than those with ten or more friends. What’s more, proximity and amount of contact are less important than having good friends (“What are friends for? A longer Life,” by Tara Parker Pope, New York Times, April 2009).
The good thing about friends, Brian Jones writes in his poem, “About Friends,” is not having to finish sentences ( From: Spitfire on the Northern Line © 1985). That’s how it feels for me when I’m with my friends. As I have experienced so many times, and again these past many days preparing to leave San Diego, friends not only make our lives happier, richer and a lot more interesting, they show up to lend a hand or offer comfort when we most need it. It was these enduring friendships I thought about this morning as I gazed out at the canyon early this morning, friends whose kindness and support have meant so much in my life. I smiled as I remembered each, my heart filled with gratitude for their continuing presence in my life.
“Good friends are good for your health.” They celebrate the good times and provide support in the tough times. They keep us from being lonely, and we, as friends, return the gift of companionship” (www.mayoclinic.org)
- Write about friendship this week, about having—perhaps even losing—friends.
- When have friends made a difference in your life? How?
- Begin with the phrase, “A friend is someone who…”
- Or write about one important friend in your life—what makes him or her unique?