When people would say that when things go wrong, that’s when you find out who your friends are, my mother always said it wasn’t true, that people would pop up when things go wrong, and it was when they were looking out for you when nothing was going wrong that was a mark of a friend.
Well, I was decluttering yesterday, and came across the many cards and letters I received when the Bodach died, and was struck by how many of those who sent ( sometimes very effusive) condolences have never been heard of again! This just illustrates my mother’s point, I think, so I’ve just sent a couple of messages to friends I haven’t heard of for a while, just to say hello.
