I can't say that Carla and I were "friends" in school. We were schoolmates. I recognized her name and her face immediately and we struck up a friendship recently. She did not respond when I told her that I longed to find my old friend Odette, but unbeknown to me, she passed along my email address and on Friday morning, there in my email box, was the name that, for all of my adult life, has been a mental and emotional link to some of the most enjoyable memories of my teenage years.
I broke down in uncontrollable tears. It was the real "ugly cry" Oprah often speaks about - that "boo hoo" kind of weeping, that emanates from a heart that has been flooded with unspeakable joy.
It took me a good few minutes to open the email and begin reading. It was not a mistake, a misprint or a hoax. It was the real ma-coy, the real thing. Odette had emailed me.
From her words, it is evident that she has blossomed into a confident and phenomenal woman. And, she was willing, no, she was encouraging me to join her in making time to stay in touch.
I rarely write long emails but I did. It was as if I was trying to condense the major points in the last 35 years of my life, so that she can, in a few minutes, feel a part of my life again.
The memories of our teenage years and the friends we shared are as vivid today as they were when they were being created and etched in my heart all those years ago.
New friends are a burst of happiness in our lives, and without them we miss a vital component of a fulfilling life. But old friends - old friends are priceless treasures that, despite time and distance and neglect, never lose their value or their brilliance. One powerful proof of that is the openness and easy comfort that kicks in in the early re-connection stage.
Nothing is too personal, too good, too bad or too ugly to share with her. That is how I feel as we move to rekindle our friendship and foster a new chapter in our lives, as adult friends.
Welcome back into my life Odette.