Monday, March 21

Life: People. Places. Sounds. Words. Time.

  As we come across and over and through everything that life is, we all search, actively or passively, for what makes it worth it. Sometimes in our finding, we lose a little too. Lose a little of ourselves, lose a little of the ones we love.  Maybe it's a big chunk that breaks off and leaves the exposed flesh raw and burning. Or maybe we shake it off, scrub it off, say good riddance and walk away with no second thoughts. But I think more often, the pieces that we lose don't come down in a big splash, like a rock falling off a cliffside into a river. They fall away from us in the wind and in the rain. Not uncommon, and not altogether unpleasant.

Today I am reminded that the search is ongoing and though we do leave some pieces behind, very few things are ever lost. Today my life is a little brighter and the colours don't run so much, because I found one of my missing pieces. I found a friend that I had not forgotten, but had forgotten that I had. Just looking at a face and thinking of the sound of a voice reminds me that there are others like me. And when you're me, probably when you're you; it's easy to think that you're the only one.


tami said...

Beautiful, Andrea.

Renae said...

I love this!

Kristin said...

Ah! so well written Andrea.
I had not thought about my friend Toni in a few years when I ran into her sister-in-law. We got talking and I asked her about Toni. She told me Toni had been killed in an auto accident 3 years previous and her husband was already remarried! I mourned the loss of Toni's friendship, and mourned the time I had been too busy with my own life to give Toni a call or visit.