Visiting is good. It is the key of life. Yesterday was the closing day of my fantastic vacation, and just before I passed out after the family annual International Hot Dog Festival (IHDF3) the other night, I started to think about all the visiting I’d done on my vacation, and I realized it was really what had made it so fun.
Here’s a list of some of the people I visited with:
Debbie and Tina – we are each other’s oldest friends; our parents were friends. I brought pictures of our play group from 1955
Aunt Bernie – in a nursing home, but nearly 102 years old
Aunt Tessie – breakfast in the morning for poached eggs
Aunt Peg – to take her to the beach and lunch
Kiki, Beth, Packie, Danielle, and for the first time, little Lula – when I started my annual Provincetown visit in 1985, it was just me and Kiki
Hope and Ruth – a third-generation friendship. Their mother and my grandmother started it all; Hope is 87, I believe, and Ruth 90.
Gay – an old friend who just had to be included in the annual family hot dog fest
I bought gifts from my friends who own the most beautiful store in the village, food from my pals who run the farm stand, ice cream from the folks who produce the best homemade lemon ice cream on the planet (yes, it’s a 40-mile round trip and is actually in another state, but what price perfection?), and cousins, cousins, and more cousins.
So if you have time tomorrow before your last trip to the beach, stop in and say hi to an old friend; if you’re at home, make a call, write an email.
And always treat a friend like you may never see them again. Someday, you won’t.
End the summer with a hello.