When I misplace it – I go into a dither: it’s the only “list” of friends I have – and it is a reminder of Christmas cards sent – birthdays – weddings – anniversaries – divorces and sympathy notes.
“. . . But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restored and sorrows end.” ~William Shakespeare (Sonnet 30)
My address book reminds me, in ways a blackberry can’t, how fortunate I am because of so many others – and all they brought into my life. In its own way it’s a diary, a journal of how much has changed in my life, and the people to whom God has connected me.
“Friendship is unnecessary, like philosophy, like art . . . It has no survival value; rather it is one of those things that give value to survival.” (C.S. Lewis)