I just got home from a BBQ. It was hosted by a ‘recently former’ co-worker.
The activities of this Monday were so quick, that not all the proper goodbyes could be made. To end of the week with a fun BBQ together was perfect. We all had a chance to process over the last few days and tonight felt more like a celebration of moving forward.
Yes, it was bitter-sweet. The reality is there were some people in that house that I will probably never see again. Some I might just have an “across the bandwidth pipe-line relationship” with via social media. Others I hope to stay closer in touch. An occasional lunch. Perhaps a baseball game or two. And I will continue crossing my fingers that maybe, just maybe, down the road I will have an opportunity to work with some again.
We were surprised with one former co-worker (who moved across country 9 months ago) appearance via Skype. We all greeted him, laughed (and booed) together. And we remembered the years. As we were doing so, I thought that this group of people are like family. My community. For the last 3 years, people I “do life” with. Day in – day out, 8-5, weekend updates, evening plans, random conversations, laughter, gallon challenges, nerf gun wars, tight timelines, fantastic production. Every day.
At my church there is a strong push for community groups. Groups that are more than just a Bible study, they want us to live life together and dive in deep.
I was struck tonight that this group of friends from my day job, were really like a large community group. We cared about each other. And maybe (in the church sense) not all share my set of beliefs, but it doesn’t mean we don’t love and support one another. I do not understand how people survive in a world of isolation.
And with that I say “To True Friendship, Cheers.”