Then you graduate, move on, and find yourself living five years in Hanover. Being surrounded by friends isn’t quite the same.
Yes, we go out. We have meals, we do things together. But it’s not as constant as school.
This weekend was a stark reminder of that for me, as I flew home to Florida to help out with my Dad’s Golf for the Cure for Parkinson’s tournament.
The event itself was completely exhausting. We had hours of lugging around tables and chairs, coolers and ice. And the day of, we were up and running before 6 a.m. and not done until 7 p.m. We were dehydrated, cranky, sleepy and in lots of pain. But obviously it was for a good cause.
And really, we wouldn’t have been able to do it without the help of my parents’ friends. In their “active adult community” there are times it often reminds me of college (cough cough, the parties). But also in the constant support of your friends.
Some of their closest friends were in our driveway unloading cases of beer and hauling ice. They helped carry tables and chairs, and the day of, they were out as the sun rose helping us get ready. Some even skipped playing golf to help out with lunches, driving the beer cart, getting tips and more.
And that’s all on top of donating their own money for the cause.
Seriously, we couldn’t have done it without them.
On Sunday night, when I attended the weekly dinner with the main group, they were still talking about the tournament. They were doing toasts for my dad, and suggesting he let more people help him so it stresses him out less.
At one point, I turned to them all and said I hope when I was their age, I was lucky enough to have friends like them. Don’t get me wrong, my friends are great. They really are — as many of them will be out on Monday at my first fundraiser Pints for Parkinson’s. And I hope that’s always the case.