When my best schoolfriend (let’s call her Maria) married many years ago, I was living in Kenya - so I missed her wedding.
I didn’t meet her husband with her until about a year later - and what a night that was. It remains memorable as the joyous, laughterfilled recommencement of a deep friendship that endured until Maria’s death a decade ago.
Her widower remains one of my dearest friends, and the fact that he and I hit it off immediately undoubtedly enhanced my friendship
