Do you often wonder what happened to that person that was so important in your life when you were 8, or 11, or 13, or 17?
I was disturbed a few weeks ago. I had been somewhat looking for an old friend I had gone from Cub Scouts to college with and had lost contact with him. I casually asked a mutual friend about him and in a few days I got an email that my friend had died. Last year. Everything I wanted to ask him and tell him is now locked up inside of me. He moved to the other side of the country with no forwarding address, yet I feel I have ownership in not communicating before he died. He was only 64.
I still have my oldest friend, my sister, Mary. We are twelve months and 18 days apart on our journey on this planet. She has always been, and will remain, so close to me. I am also so fortunate to call my sister, Jane and my brother Herb my closest friends. So many families have fractures that cause issues between siblings. Not in my life.
I met Clarke when we were 7ish. We have been Lewis & Clarke ever since. His family moved away when we were 12 or 13, but we have maintained communication and a wonderful bond our entire lives.
I was 13 when my father committed suicide. My mother decided I needed the Jesuits to guide me through high school, so I left all of my friends from junior high and went to Bellarmine in San Jose. My best friend at the time was literally dumped. Not by my choice, but by how stuff happens when you are 14 and go to different schools. You don’t associate any more. Back then the parents didn’t have a clue.
I am very excited to say that my friend from junior high and I are going to reunite in February. It will be interesting to share the 50 some years we have not shared. He went to Vietnam. I didn’t. He has no children that I know of. I have a son that is a surgeon.
If you ask how this came about, I reached out to him.
I had a friend reach out to me a couple of years ago because her father was dying of cancer, and she saw my history with cancer. We have almost 50 years to catch up on, too.
I am deeply into genealogy and have traced my family back well over 25 generations, but I have no clue about the kids I had lunch with at school for years and years.
You may be some of them. If you were, do me the honor of getting back to me and sharing your story.
And if you have come along later in my life, shoot me an email, tell me your updates.
Life and survival is all about connecting and sharing.
Who do you wonder about?
Reach out. You might find out.