When I was a kid, we used to sing a little rhyme: “Make new friends, but keep the old; one is silver and the other is gold.” When times get tight, your real friends, those old gold friends, step up and are there for you. That is a beautiful thing.
My grand-aunt Shirley Louise Dixon died in January this year at the blessed age of 92. I saw her last when I was home for Christmas the year before at a family event. That day, her best friend, a black woman retired medical doctor, gave a speech about their relationship.