But if Lou had not made that first call, we probably would never have seen each other again. During the ongoing years, we didn’t see each other often due to the distance between us, but Lou and I became close friends-mostly through frequent phone conversations-and we supported each other through widowhood, problems with children, and other crises.
To our delight and surprise they flew to New York and spent the weekend with us. I was touched by the gesture and a month later we invited Lou and Victor to a party we were hosting on Long Island. The night the trip ended, Lou called from her home in Las Vegas telling us how much she and Victor had enjoyed meeting us.
On the trip, we met Lou and Victor and their children and we all hit it off.
When I was in my early fifties, my husband, Mark, and I took a rafting trip in Idaho. Meeting people is easy, developing a friendship is more complicated it takes patience and initiative