Twenty plus years ago I had a very close friend I’ll call Susan. Shortly after we met she invited me to lunch and I came right out and told her that while I knew a lot of people and had quite a few friends, I was really looking for a very close friend.  Was she?  In agreement, we then spent over five years talking, laughing, and sharing our lives. I felt closer to her than my own sisters. Then?  She ghosted me.  Of course, it wasn’t an immediate thing. I knew our circumstances had changes—that we had changed.  The phone calls got shorter and fewer, and the times together dwindled.  Sadly, it ended a slow death, and I never knew exactly why.  I mourned that relationship for many years.

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