It’s been a tiring and emotional few days, as I’ve journeyed with others to see a good friend inducted to their new post.

With my history of blood clots I don’t travel well, so I am grateful to the driver who has got us here and driven us between places. Sadly my leg has not coped well, and I find myself feeling quite sore and uncomfortable and a little nervous of the journey home.

I’m delighted for my friend and colleague because they have so definitely found what is right for them. They are happy, and full of all the possibilities in the call that has been laid before them.

Selfishly I feel bereft. This person is not quite the most important man in my life, but they are someone in whom I have placed my trust and with whom
I have journeyed through difficult and good times. We met on my first day at university and have grown together.

For me he has been a good friend- always at the end of the phone, part of the family, contributor to sermon fodder. And I hope I have been that for him too.

Now he won’t just appear at the door and add himself to the tea table or find a coffee. Life will be different and we will adapt.

Phone bills will now grow more expensive and maybe I now have a good excuse for some travelling to new destinations.