Monday, December 21, 2009
I've had a hard time putting anything into words today. Shock at a friend's terrible news that her mom, a sweet lady, has been hit hard and fast by cancer and is in hospice. Anger or hurt, I'm not sure which, about two so-called "friends" who seem to have fallen off of the globe. Who knows? Perhaps the world is flat after all - or people are more shallow than I thought.
Reflecting at year's end and not believing it's going to be 2010. Doesn't that seem like it should be some far-off futuristic year? Decade?
Which brings the subject of changes - some things, however, and some people, are a constant.
I'd like to think that some things are meant to happen, that some people are meant to meet.
Nearly 12 years ago I spent a weekend in Washington, D.C., apartment hunting. I had been planning to move there. Over the course of the weekend I changed my plans but I also met a slightly shy, funny, sweet guy named Mike D.
We have never lived in the same place - not even close. But we became friends just about instantly and we are friends still. We have been friends through good times, tough times, VERY tough times, and in-between times, through relationships, good and bad, and lots and lots of letters, e-mails, books and Aerosmith music.
Who says the constants in our lives are boring? Not this guy. I wish he just lived down the street.
Mike D, I miss you! I hope you are staying warm in that snowstorm and that it hasn't carried off any cows.*
*A reference to a cow that was tipped over by a tornado in his hometown of Ellington, CT.