The day is almost done. It was full of studying for a biology test. Negative feedback mechanisms and the structure of the eye run through my mind. The words call out from downstairs, "Come and see what came in the mail."
Thankful for the break, I go downstairs and there are papers-pink, yellow, and purple lying on the counter-top. A smile crosses my face as I see the familiar handwriting of my friends half a world away and I finger the pages with excitement and joy.
I turn back to my books but something pops into my head and I scribble it down on the corner of my notes. Four simple words.
And it goes on...
A little reminder that the legacy of the past few years is not over.
Mom reads out bits and pieces of letters and I save my personal ones, tucking them into the pages of my Biology textbook, as I wait for my Biology exam to be done the next day to read them.
At the end of my exam, I wait to be picked up and eagerly turn to the letters that I had waited to read. The words brought smiles to my face and memories of three beautiful years of friendship come back
"And it goes on..."
That phrase echo in my brain as I think of the words in those letters. The words of encouragement, of laughter, of preparing for exams again. Of a little boy in a wheelchair saying that he misses us and the one who wants me to teach him guitar.
You see, it isn't that much different than it was when we lived in the same country. That girl still encouraged me every time I saw her, and that little boy was always asking me if he could play my guitar.
So it goes on, this friendship of ours.
It goes on through pictures on the wall of little boys smiles.
It goes on through letters in my bedroom that I read one by one, picturing the faces and hearing the voices speaking those words.
It goes on through emails, notes, letters. Through the basketball advice and the updates on the books that they are reading.
It goes on through the nicknames, the "I miss you's" and the questions about when we are coming to visit.
Our friendships aren't over, like my deepest fears had always imagined. No, they may not be the same but they are still there.
Because we have a bond that is stronger than time. Stronger than distance. It is stronger than words on the page and days gone by. Even stronger than death. The few years that we spent together knit us together as family, brothers and sisters in Christ. We are brothers and sisters that won't be torn apart by trials, sadness, tears, goodbyes, and death because we belong to the eternal family of God. A family that will never be broken.
And it, this friendship, it goes on...over cultures, over oceans, over prayer and good memories.
It goes on.