For Old Lang Syne

Our good friends, Dave and Lora at our home in Muncie, circa 1992
Our good friends, Dave and Delora at our home in Muncie, circa 1992. Unfortunately, this picture was ruined by light and time.

Dave and I attended seminary together and became good friends during our studies (actually, Dave studied and I didn’t-so-much).  We were ordained Deacon together, ordained Elder together. Our families celebrated the birth of nearly all our children, the graduation of a few and we will no doubt attend a wedding or two in days to come.  We’ve mourned with one another during family illness and deaths and we’ve shared the joys that come from great accomplishments in our own lives and the lives of our children.

A picture taken September 2009.

Over the years we made it a tradition, despite distance and busy schedules, to gather our families during the summer months (if possible) and always during the New Year  Holiday.

This year was no exception.  While we were not able to spend the last night of the year with one another, as is our tradition, we were able to enjoy their company this past weekend.  While Dave and I watched football, the kids watched movies and played video games, and the women did what women do (whatever that is). We did our obligatory puzzle and at one point, we all gathered together to play a great game called “Fishbowl”.  And we all laughed until we were in tears.

Dave and Delora, Anita and Curt pose for another fun picture.
Dave and Delora, Anita and Curt pose for a last fun picture for 2012.

As they packed their luggage and pillows for their drive home, we stopped to take pictures and give hugs.  All too soon they were back on the road and our home was quiet again.

For some reason the song, Old Lang Syne kept ringing in my ears the entire weekend.  Every time I thought about our friendship, I thought of that song.  And so I did some in-depth research (which means I went to Wikipedia).  I’m glad I did.  I now like the song more than I did before and truly appreciate its meaning as it relates to our friends and our New Years’ tradition of gathering together.

The words of the song ring true:  Despite years of friendship, miles of separation, joy and hardship, we should never forget our friends of old.  These who have walked with us along the journey, shaped our spirits, molded our souls with their love and care will never be forgotten.  And I lift a cup to them, their love, and our future together.

Thank God for these wonderful friends of old lang syne.


Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind ?
Should old acquaintance be forgot,
and old lang syne ?

For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll take a cup of kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

And there’s a hand my trusty friend !
And give us a hand o’ thine !
And we’ll take a right good-will draught,
for auld lang syne.


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