Just Some Reflections
A friend from my youth died this past week. She had never been ill, just went to sleep and didn't wake up. It made me stop and think about life, and what I've done with mine. What I continue to do with mine. I went to the funeral home. I didn't see any of our classmates there. That's sad. My mom went to the funeral and most of the people there were friends of my friend's mom or her kids. No classmates. How did we grow so uncaring? So far apart? Or are we just afraid?
I count myself rich in friends. I have long time friends from high school and college. We don't see each other often, but we keep in touch. I have close friends from work. People I can count on if things go wrong. I have long distance friends, I've met on the internet. I have friends I've met through my writing associations. I count each of them as a blessing. So how is it that none of my classmates could set aside time to pay last respects to someone they new? I don't understand.
I hope that someone will remember me. That someone whose life I touched will care. That somehow I will have made a difference to someone. I hope that someone will share a memory with my loved ones when the time comes. Because when all is said and done that's what we are...memories.
I count myself rich in friends. I have long time friends from high school and college. We don't see each other often, but we keep in touch. I have close friends from work. People I can count on if things go wrong. I have long distance friends, I've met on the internet. I have friends I've met through my writing associations. I count each of them as a blessing. So how is it that none of my classmates could set aside time to pay last respects to someone they new? I don't understand.
I hope that someone will remember me. That someone whose life I touched will care. That somehow I will have made a difference to someone. I hope that someone will share a memory with my loved ones when the time comes. Because when all is said and done that's what we are...memories.
