Honoring my mother | Of lasting friendships in a smaller world

Just before the weekend over a sumptuous dinner, my family and I touched base with two friends whom we had become very close to during our stay in Australia years ago.

The evening fete however unexpectedly turned into a wondrous chance meeting with someone whom I had not seen since college. As it dawned on me that our two pals and her had been colleagues throughout all these years without me knowing, the more pleasantly surprised I was. At this, our simple get-together had transformed into a double reunion of sorts, complete with continuous updates, laughter and the never-forgotten photo-ops (of course).

Reminiscing those college days, this girl-slash-friend had been one of the more popular ones among our batch, being the “crush” of classmates. Though she might have been on the lips of my buddies at that time, to me, she was always the witty and intelligent writer-to-be whom I secretly admired (in a rather quirky way) because of her outspoken and non-conformist nature. I had once spied written on her notebook under the portrait of Jose Rizal the caption, “super effing straight guy.” I had lauded her that at the time, as her maverick flare was rare among the “kolehiyalas.” For me, she was a gem, my kind of pal.

Through the years I have realized that while some friends have come and gone, and each life phase introduced new ones, there were those who defied distance and absence of communication altogether. These types of friendships refused to be cowed into falling in the complete-stranger abyss. For these friends, be it an island or half a world away, when you meet again, you carry on as though nothing had separated you in the first place.

These friendships are special, and only in reunions or chance encounters such as the one we had the night before, can their preciousness be appreciated. True at first light, Hemingway had said.
My attention is then turned to those five thousand or so-friends I see of other accounts on social media. Could it be that this “list of friends” also includes business contacts, acquaintances, co-workers and such, thus accounting for the thousand mark? How many or how few fall as your “friends?”

As I had done years before, I randomly ran through my list and asked questions like, what special moments have I with this individual? It had started a process where slowly, my roster eventually became a real category for me until now. While it may even be called other names for some people, at least the so-called friends’ list is always on “real-time.” In other words, we know who our real friends are.

Start from there. Weeding time. :)

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