These are two of my favorite people on the planet. That’s Greg on the left and Mark on the right. The three of us have known each other for decades. Decades. Hard to believe, but true.
Like most relationships, we’ve had some ups and downs. Greg and I were a couple for 12 years and, although not seamlessly, were able to move back to being friends with a relatively small amount of effort. Indeed, we are the closest of friends now. I cannot imagine my life without him in it. He is family.
And so is Mark. The three of us found ourselves in a town where we didn’t have connections with others, that wasn’t exactly opening its figurative arms to us. But, blissfully, we formed our own connections. We became family. Not the sort of family like we were all fortunate enough to grow up with, but family nonetheless.
All these years later, after more rides on the train at the Kansas State Fairgrounds than I can count, we are still family. These are people I know I can depend on.
If you find yourself with a couple of those people in your world at age 50, I think you should consider yourself fortunate. And I do.