We knew each other from across a room. She had dreamed of me. I recognized her. We were friends pretty much instantly. Through 40 years, our lives, even when we were out of touch and on different continents, have followed parallel paths.

Our husbands are friends and sometimes similar enough to be startling. We wear the same size clothing, even the same size shoes. Like most of the same music, movies, books.


Yet we come from completely different backgrounds — ethnically, religiously, culturally. It has never mattered. Not way back when we met or now.

We have seen each other through so many crises, so many rough times and we’ve always managed to be there and banish the gloom. I think the thing we have most in common is a weird, ironic humor … a sense that the only real power we have over a malign fate is our laughter.

Friendships that last a lifetime and remain active and alive, not “memories” of what were, are rare. That two lives could follow such similar paths for so long is even more rare, but it happened. And I am very grateful. I know there is somewhere on earth at least one person who can make me laugh no matter how horribly wrong everything is going.

11 thoughts on “NEVER OLD

  1. angloswiss September 12, 2017 / 2:02 am

    I get you here. I have a friend and she has always been there for me, although we are separated by a continent and a sea. Often friends can be more than relations.

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    • Marilyn Armstrong September 12, 2017 / 1:11 pm

      These are much more family than friends. Even though long periods go by when we aren’t able to see each other, they are still always there.


  2. Fandango September 12, 2017 / 2:48 am

    I have led such a nomadic life, living here, there, and everywhere in search of fame and fortune (and finding neither) that I have never developed a life-long friendship such as what you have described in this post. I am envious.

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    • Marilyn Armstrong September 12, 2017 / 1:09 pm

      This was strange because we became friends working at Doubleday in NY. I moved to Israel. She moved to Austin. I came back 10 years later … and we found each other. I moved to Massachusetts. She and her (then new) husband moved to Massachusetts. We seem to have followed each other.

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  3. swo8 September 12, 2017 / 10:03 am

    Friendships like that are to be treasured.

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  4. Garry Armstrong September 12, 2017 / 12:51 pm

    Marilyn’s friends, Cherrie and Ron — are absolute treasures.

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