A friend

For the last few days I have been thinking about how we define ourselves. Dad, brother, doctor, cowboy, nerd and as much as I try to avoid labels there is one I would wear with pride.
Friend. That’s it, a reliable sincere friend is the badge I would like.

As I posted before, someday all that will be left will be the stories. They won’t be stories about my career accomplishments, or how I was a good husband doing chores no one noticed, but I hope there will be stories of how I met unasked needs, how I listened, how I phoned regularly when people had busy lives.
An unforgettable Friend, maybe the best definition for a life.

Momentary Lapse Of Sanity

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About dfolstad58

I live in the South Okanagan. BC. I enjoy reading, exercise, toastmasters. spending time with my son, my daughter, & her husband , and my patient wife. Enjoy my second experiment with blogging. thanks.
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6 Responses to A friend

  1. Lynn says:

    David, I so agree with all that you have said here. I have no doubt those close to you will remember you for so many things & I am certain one of those attributes includes being a wonderful friend.

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  2. calmkate says:

    Totally agree with your sentiments and Lynn’s observation! I’d like to be remembered as a loyal friend who stepped whenever needed.

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  3. chattykerry says:

    I completely agree and not a Facebook ‘friend’. We have forgotten there is a word we rarely use – acquaintance.

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  4. I agree. A true friend is an immense wealth!

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