Life is nothing if not interesting... I've recently found an 'old' friend on Classmates, a former neighborhood friend who may have very well been my first-ever date! Now the sad part of this story is, while I remember my friend quite well, I have virtually no recollection of the date. And I feel rather horrible about that--in our correspondence, he told me all these details about how his mom took us to a movie and he gave me a box of candy, etc, etc, all the while I am struggling to remember seeing the movie!!! And I can't help but wonder, after all these years, if it still stings him a bit that I don't remember? Still, I have to say I'm glad he DOES. One thing I love about life now is collecting memories from people I've forgotten. I love the way pieces of them start to come by, and when I really work at it, I start to remember more and more about who I was, and who he was, and who our friends were, and those childhood memories lost in the gray matter start to take form again. But why, I wonder, does one person remember while another forgets? Granted, I wasn't particularly happy at home during those years, so maybe some of the 'lost' times have to do with that. Or maybe, fickle that even young women can be, it just didn't mean as much as it did to him. Yet now, all these years later, I've found my friend again and been able to explore not only that shared past with him, but also have some wonderful conversations about who we are at this point in our lives. He's a pastor, so we have REALLY had some interesting conversations! (And if you're reading this, my friend, I hope you don't mind my blogging about it!) I am trying to write more authentically, and to include here topics of real interest, rather than just the boring activities of my (often) boring days. At any rate, one of the best things about this past year has been reconnecting with old friends, and knowing that with some people, the connections will always be there, changed though they may be. There's comfort in that...

In the meantime, today was rather boring, I'm afraid, but the weather was lovely and I had a walk and got some work done, and felt stronger and better. Rick Warren, author of A Purpose Driven Life, talks about life as railroad tracks, how sadness can run alongside peace or joy. I feel so much of that in my life...right now, the sadness is always there, my lost best friend, loss in general, but there is such peace on some other level. Such a knowing that somehow, all is well. Somehow, I am loved, even if not always by the ones I wish could love me... Life is still good, as Anne Frank says, in spite of everything....

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