Book of D: The Reason for Friends

AN excellent day for friends. I woke up early today. I was able to accomplish a lot of things before I made my way to work. I even had time to read and get ahead of my reading assignments by an entire chapter. That's a huge feat because this class is fast-and-furious. I reached out to an old friend before I left the house. I have been in a good mood these past few months, and as I thought about my good mood, good health, and good fortune, I thought about this particular friend, so I decided to text her and see about getting together for dinner and drinks. She was part of the group of friends who traveled to Ft. Worth earlier this summer for a convention; it was a wonderful trip and event. Anyway...this person is fast becoming a great friend to my partner and myself. This friend, whom I shall now refer to as "Ellie," is extremely intelligent and generous. She is the type of person who is the first to arrive when someone needs aid of any kind and is the first one to ask, "what can I do?' She is also the last one to leave just in case there are last minute details to be addressed or aid to be provided. She recently had a tragedy occur in her own life. I won't go into detail about it. The tragedy is over now, and everyone affected is doing wonderfully. I am grateful for that fact. The roles reversed a bit recently My partner recently took ill. It was not a life-threatening ordeal, but still, it was a tribulation for us. I am extremely glad that my partner has recovered and that our friend Ellie was once again there for us. In my good mood and readiness to hang out with Ellie, I thought about how many people have been allowed to venture into my life. Some are still around, and they are valued. Some are no longer around, through their own freewill and accord; they are not entirely missed, but they did provide a sort of tutelage all their own. Life is tricky; a real paradox, but it is what it is. Friends like Ellie are the fruit of living a good life and trying to do good things for others. The others who are not around, well, they no longer matter--not really. There is a reason why people enter our lives. The people who chose to stay, they are the reason for friends.