The Sound of a Voice
It had been several months, at least. My long-time friend had moved to another state years ago. She used to live across the street. We would see each other frequently, have girls-night, kicking out the husbands, and splurging on sushi. When she moved away, we still kept in touch. At first it was real birthday cards, and talks, and going over life issues. Then it became electronic. The cards were selected from a batch online, still chosen carefully. The talks became less. After a while, it was an occasional email. And, of course, the Facebook “like”.
I hadn’t actually talked to my dear friend for a very long time. We had to text about some business, and she asked if we could talk some time. Imagine that! Asking to “talk” to a dear friend, instead of texting or emailing? Asking permission? I knew something was wrong and told her I was available right then.
When she called me and I heard her voice it was a rush of love. It was like coming home to our friendship. I knew every cadence of her tone, her Midwestern accent, the catches as she spoke. The nuances of her speaking. It was wonderful. I missed her. We spoke at length about medical issues, like we always do, and gave advice. It was most important. I knew it would be ok. I told her to call me next week, when she got the results of her tests. And I meant “call”. On the phone.
Facebook “likes” don’t cut it. They are an excuse for intimacy. A text is better. But there is nothing like a real voice, which sends out its heart vibes. Of healing. Of friendship.