Cybersaints

Over the years, we have made some forever friends, and many of them come from the church hubby pastored for almost nine years in Roanoke Rapids, NC. These were the kind of friends who just popped over for a visit. Sometimes they even brought with them a meal or–even better–a dessert. We studied together at the church and at home Bible studies. Our kids played and went to camp together. We had some particularly fun New Year’s Eve services (oh, man, did we laugh!). When we moved to a new church, these friends spent two days helping us pack and driving with us to our new church in DC. They did this because they were more than just members at the church where Dave pastored; they were our dear, dear friends. When we arrived at our new home, in another state, hours away from them, they unpacked us, cried with us, and then went back to their homes. At our new church, every now and then we’d look around and some of these precious friends would have shown up for a visit–a visit that took them four hours’ drive to make. One day, Dave and I came home from shopping. The kids were acting really strange. All of a sudden, these guys popped out of a closet and surprised us. I was so happy, I didn’t stop talking for —ever!

As well, we kept up with each other through the medium of emailing, naming ourselves the Cybersaints. We talked about everything in very lengthy emails back and forth. As I was cleaning out some old files this evening, I found some of those emails I had kept in hard-copy form. Looking at the dates, I could not believe how often and how MUCH we actually wrote to each other. My husband, who tends to be the insomniac in our family (tonight it is I), even wrote a drama entitled “Insomniodrama.” I found it in its entirety in my files tonight. I think I’ll print it all up and bind it and send a copy to all my Cybersaint friends.

I don’t know why or when, but over time we stopped writing to each other on a daily basis. Life happened, I guess. It wasn’t because we don’t all love each other, and no one got mad–at least no one stayed mad. It just happened. Now we occasionally email each other, when something really special is happening. We don’t have our “squantums” anymore. (Those of you who aren’t enlightened, that’s a picnic.) We just recently said “see you later” to one of the original Cybersaints, as she stepped into her heavenly home.

Facebook helps some. A few of the Cybersaints are now on there, and we occasionally comment on each other’s statuses or pictures we’ve posted. But we’re older, you know? So why isn’t life slowing down, allowing us more time to communicate? Are we too technological all of a sudden? Is there too much to keep up with, that we don’t keep up with what really matters? That’s kind of a dumb question, isn’t it? Yes, we have allowed ourselves to become too busy.

Life did happen–lots of it. Our kids grew up, they went to college and got married, had kids. We became members of the “sandwich” generation–caring for aging parents on the one side and our grandchildren on the other side. But when the kids were right under our feet, demanding so much of our attention, we still managed at least a weekly correspondence–lengthy ones, too.

Well, dear Cybersaints, if you are reading this, please know that even though my communications have slowed down to less than a snail’s pace, my love for you has not dimmed over the years. For me, you will always be the friends who taught me how to be a friend. Thank you for wonderful memories.

3 Comments

  • Anonymous

    August 6, 2009 at 5:51 am Reply

    Beautiful story of how friends become family over the years…thank you for sharing and know you are always appreciated and loved by your little sister!
    Judy

  • Paula Titus

    August 6, 2009 at 1:38 am Reply

    I can tell one thing about you, and I’ve never met you. You’ve lived a good life and positively impacted the lives of others. I hope the people close to you appreciate that as much as I do.

  • Anonymous

    August 6, 2009 at 12:22 am Reply

    Great memories — and tears as we read and remembered those many crazy emails from the early Cybersaint days. Tears of sadness, of course, over the one who went to heaven much too early. And sadness over the terrible truth you stated so well about our lives being too busy and communication much to seldom. We think of you very often, and chuckle at your stuff on Facebook, yet even there, don’t say much to you. Nonetheless, there is always a special warm emotion of affection that wells up as read and then move on.
    Much love to you!
    Myrl and Joyce

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