My dear friend Clayton text me an old photo of us yesterday.
Both of us are sporting the left over late 1990s facial hair experiments that have both evolved into the large beards we have today. Fearsome is amused looking back at his humble beginnings. Clayton was last featured here on this blog thingy on St. Patrick’s day with his Leprechaun drag. His beard in that photo is decorated for the holiday festivities.
What stands out to me most in the photo is not the youth and lack of substantial facial hair, it’s the joy on our faces. The joy of our friendship. Our friendship was immediate. The comfort, trust, honesty, playfulness and humor that we shared, all of which continue today. We met in 1997. We had an attraction to each other that could have landed us in trouble, but we managed to channel it into a friendship that we cherish. We have become like brothers of different mothers. We are honestly family.
In life we make many friends, some last and some are passing. This post is dedicated to those who last. Life long care, love, respect and joy. Friendships that have periods where you see or talk daily and then cycle into life and many weeks may go by before you speak. When you come back together it’s the same. You share understanding that life cycles but you both are always there. Friendships where just the sight or sound of each other brings comfort, warmth and a smile.