There was a time when I would have never imagined calling someone a “friend” who was old enough to be my parent (or even just my babysitter). Those “older” folks were my teachers, my music directors, my youth group leaders, possibly my mentors, but they weren’t my “friends”. In my mind, the older generation was orbiting another planet altogether, with not much in common with me and mine. (Naive young thing!) Yes, I felt close to several older relatives, but friendship just wasn’t the word I would have used, and I didn’t believe they would either.