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Date: 25 November 2010 17:23:54
Have just watched 'Fry and Laurie Reunited', recorded for me on Sky by my lovely hubby (who knows that I have a bit of a 'thing' for Mr Fry). It made me laugh, loudly - which I expected. It made my feel a bit silly over Hugh Laurie - which I expected. It also moved me - which I didn't expect.
There is something beautiful about a friendship of 30 years between two very different people, a friendship which appears as strong as it ever was. I admired the respect and deep affection they obviously still have for each other, as well as the way they make one another laugh even to this day. I found the depth of bond between them and the evident pleasure in being in each others'company utterly wonderful.
Perhaps if they were not both 'national treasures' and if I was not attracted to Hugh Laurie, I would have been less affected by witnessing such friendship. If this were the case, I hope that I would not be much less moved. Seeing this made me grateful for the people in my life, most especially my friends. I am not (yet) old enough to have friends of 30 years duration (okay, perhaps one or two!) but I do have some very dear people in my life who have been around for approximately 20 years. Not only that, I am blessed by those who I have not known for as long, or in such depth, but where I know there to be a very strong and meaningful bond. Yes, WibFolk, many of you feature in this category!
I was thinking back to my time at uni earlier today (thinking earlier today, not at uni earlier today - I wish!!!). A particular person was on my mind and I reflected upon something of our friendship - oh, okay okay, he was the first person I ever loved - alright. Anyway, as a very insecure person back then, I ran from that relationship. Part of me has always regretted that a little, wondering how things would have unfolded if I had not been so sure that this person cared less about me than I did him. Today, I laid those regrets firmly to rest. The reason for this is that I am finally able to thank the Lord for the youthful 'romance' (can't think of a better word, sorry) and see it for what it was - a point in time to be looked back on with joy. I think that part of me still believed, until very recently, that this bloke was out of my league and that he had a lucky escape when I bolted. I now recognise, albeit shakily, that he may have enjoyed what we shared, too. That he may be glad of having had that moment of 'Ooh, you're lovely and you think I am too' as much as I am. This makes me smile.
I am no more or less content in the life I have now, no scratch that, I am more content. The slight niggle in the corner of my heart has been laid to rest. In its place is a feeling akin to a cat, curled up and purring. I am now glad of what was, am okay with how it went, and know in a deeper way than ever that where I am now is where I am meant to be.
That is good, people, that is very good. :D