Sometimes we think back to our youth with longing. What we did and the people we did those things with. We cannot recapture our youth, at least I can’t now that I’m past sixty and my bones are no longer made of rubber nor are my muscles as strong as they used to be.
But there are things we can do to touch base with our youth and one of those things is to contact old friends and catch up with where their lives have led them. I had one that I never lost touch with. I never see him anymore because we live on opposite coasts and it has been eighteen years since I’ve worked for SGI and had regular flights to the West coast.
There’s another I regained contact with a while ago. We communicate intermittently but I’m glad to know he’s alive and well. That left two close friends that I had lost touch with, my old college roommate and my best man from my wedding who I was friends with for years.
I would periodically look up my friend N, but while I’d find some that sort of matched there would be details that didn’t add up. But, I did that recently and I found one that did match up. No phone number, but a mail address, so I wrote him a letter. We’ve now exchanged some email and a couple of phone conversations. I had forgotten what a good man he is, and I’m very happy to be back in touch.
The old roommate G was actually not that hard but I got fixated on another person who had gone to RPI at the right time with the same name. It was very confusing. Once I realized I had the wrong G it was really simple. He lives just a few miles from where he grew up. We’ve had a couple of phone calls too and a little email. He’s very much as I remember him, really a nice guy.
My life is not filled with happy moments, but finding these two counted as a very happy moment. It helps to fill in my adult life with some more friends who knew me when. As usual their memories aren’t quite my own, but not unkind.
A last, both were remarkably calm about the transition, especially G who got told on the phone. My thanks for that.
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I found that Facebook really helps with reconnecting with old friends. I don’t live close and rarely go back to my hometown. My mother and brothers and sisters are still there, but only see them once a year. I had one friend who was like a brother to me, but when I came out in the 90’s he no longer had anything to do with me. That is one of the hard parts of becoming. You lose people along the way.
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Yeah, all too true. At least I have some in my family that stuck with me. But the cowards? F them.
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