I have very few “old” friends…maybe I had no friends in the beginning, only people who came and left from my world.
If it had mattered to either one of us, I would have thought that either one of us might have reached across the space.
Speaking what I called “my truth” did not help.
There were those who mocked me; those who used me for their own gain with no thought of how I might feel; and those who were always grateful I lived away.
Life is too short not to forgive…
forgetting….memories stay embedded…
A person with whom I went to school with for 14 years died Friday; wake is today; funeral is tomorrow…even though he was in my class, he was my late brother’s friend. He will be missed in the small rural community where he grew up, lived, worked and died.