Here's to you Pecanman!

I was summoned by a friend tonight. He and I go way back to a time when my kids were small and thier life issues were smaller. He needed a shoulder to cry on tonight. I let him cry. I offered advise, it's his to take or not. Mostly I listened. His life as he sees it is spiralling downward. I know him well. I know what he's made of. It hurt to see him this way tonight.  He's tough, he'll make it through this.  He'll need to clean house and see with his heart what changes need to be made in his life.  He told me that he might just rent a U-haul and one day see him pull up out front. I told him I'd welcome the sight. He won't. I know him well enough to know he won't run away and hide. He will fight. He will win. Funny how friendship lives through the years. Even though we don't see each other for years, sometimes months go by and we don't even talk on the phone, but just hearing his voice throws us right back to the time we met. He says the same thing. It's like no time at all has slipped by. Friendship like ours are rare.  He would call and share the good times and the bad times. I would call and carry on about my kids growing up. We'd share music, and books and talk about the days flying by. Through some really tough times in my life I leaned  on his friendship to help me get on. He is supported by my friendship. We can still make each other sane. Even now, all these years later. I call him the Pecanman . He calls me Snook. It's a comfortable and easy friendship we share. I wish him well. He's a friend that friends envy. I'm proud to call Fred my friend. He is friendship everlasting.