My closest friend flew to Panama with her husband. They return next weekend.
I visited with her briefly the evening before they departed, talking with her as she rushed to do last-minute laundry and packing for the trip.
Our usual schedule would mean that on the weekend we would meet for coffee then do a little something together. It might be a fun outing to the garden center, or just running errands at the drug store. And though both of us are busy, by this time during the workweek we would have a conversation, often rushed and frequently of a duration no longer than 5 minutes.
I miss her. Those 5 minutes make all the difference.