I don’t believe I need to remind anyone that today is the fifth anniversary of that one defining moment that crosses many generations.
Yes, it’s an awful anniversary that’s remembered by everyone. We all know where we were when we first heard the news.
That senseless loss of life…the husbands, wives, partners, friends.
I almost lost a long-time friend during 9/11 five years ago, and now I treasure his friendship more than ever. He’s always been a part of my extended family…that wonderfully loose definition that includes everyone from my mother, our family, to her long-time partner, to his family, their husbands, girlfriends, my own terrific and incredible boyfriend and his family, my friends, his friends, our friends.
Our friends.
A few years back, a sociologist may have called them an “urban tribe”, and at the time, that was the keyword for young, educated, city-dwelling types who were “hipper-than-thou” who were only gathering at the best places to sip wine and check each other out.
On Saturday morning, four of us gathered for breakfast before setting out for a funeral for a friend’s sister. We’re all properly dressed for such a somber occasion (with the exception of the “Windsor Double Knot Problem”).
Of course, we all went through the viewing line, and through the Mass with eloquence and grace.
But, on the way back to my friend’s flat, it hit me…we are the new “urban tribe”. We’ve celebrated births, deaths, celebrations, concerts, three day station events, successful fund drives and capital campaigns together.
We are family.
Yeah, the age range between the four of is between 40 and 55, but it really doesn’t matter.
We’ve been friends for years.
And yes, these wonderful folk have become family to me.
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2 comments:
Very nice & heartfelt post, hon.
I felt some of that too. In socety these days, where people move more around more often and further than ever before, it's easier to become isolated from each other. Fortunately, not here.
No, not with these friends!
There's just something very special about these fellow vols, who have become friends, and who have become family.
I think it's because they're all good people.
And we both know that.
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