No matter how small my world may feel, the people in it are huge. These looming figures that make an impact even when I least realize…and all the more when I know it is happening. And the older I get – time passing in a steady quickening stream- the more people there are to have an impact.
A few weeks ago I ventured to Baltimore for my peace corps reunion. Every two years we assemble ourselves in a specific location for no other reason than we shared an important time and as a result share a common bond. And they are family – complete with all the quirks that make families at once the same and unique in everyone’s life.
And upon my return I was met by a number of folks from my past assembling themselves into some event, conversation, destination, or experience in my present. People who I have thought of – or haven’t – over the years.
At once it takes me back. I am reminded of who I was 20 or even 2 years ago. The ways I have changed and the things that remain unchanged even as time flows by…taking concrete memories and leaving nostalgia in its wake.
I know the place all of these people hold in my past, in my head, in my heart. And though in so many ways it doesn’t matter, I can’t help but wonder what place I hold in theirs.
your place in my memories, my present, God willing, my future, and most importantly, my heart, is enormous. it’s almost scary, but more a wonderful blessing. i couldn’t imagine my life without you and lizzie in it.
Herb is holding his tongue. Herb is holding his tongue. Herb is holding his tongue. Herb is so very immature. So very. So so very.