It's funny how old friends can sometimes just make you feel good. It must be old home week around here because I have been doing a lot of visiting with old friends lately. And I mean, the kind of friends that knew me before I could write my name.
Today I took the kids to an apple cider press party. The gal that invited us was a friend from Jr. High, who had married a boy I knew from Kindergarten. I must admit that I am envious that they found each other and are so happy together. They've known each other for years and years. What could be more comforting than that? We spent a few minutes laughing and chatting about riding the same kindergarten bus as kids and going to the same schools for all those years. Those are the kind of memories I love. I knew her from my pre-algebra class, and we had gym and science together. Those were good days. Awkward growing up years, and not so awkward. Now we have kids and life marches onward.
My great grandfather married his high school sweetheart. They were 16. Until the day he died my grandpa loved her like she was his whole world. She passed before him, and for the 8 years he lived after her, he wrote her love poems. It's crazy how some people are so lucky to find that, to know how to cultivate that, to fight for it, and to live for it. Sometimes that seems all too rare these days.
I went to visit my other grandpa in his apartment in an assisted living facility here in town not too long ago, and we often talk about my grandmother. She is long dead, but we still reminisce about how perfect she was. Nothing could match her. He's remarried, going on eleven years now, to a lovely lady, but they are getting very elderly now and he may bury his second wife one of these days, bless her soul. I love that guy, my gramps, such a tough old bird. I keep pictures of him up on my refrigerator and a painting of his beloved Fairliner boat in my room.
Maybe someday I'll find that kind of love. Maybe someplace in the company of old friends.
Today I took the kids to an apple cider press party. The gal that invited us was a friend from Jr. High, who had married a boy I knew from Kindergarten. I must admit that I am envious that they found each other and are so happy together. They've known each other for years and years. What could be more comforting than that? We spent a few minutes laughing and chatting about riding the same kindergarten bus as kids and going to the same schools for all those years. Those are the kind of memories I love. I knew her from my pre-algebra class, and we had gym and science together. Those were good days. Awkward growing up years, and not so awkward. Now we have kids and life marches onward.
My great grandfather married his high school sweetheart. They were 16. Until the day he died my grandpa loved her like she was his whole world. She passed before him, and for the 8 years he lived after her, he wrote her love poems. It's crazy how some people are so lucky to find that, to know how to cultivate that, to fight for it, and to live for it. Sometimes that seems all too rare these days.
I went to visit my other grandpa in his apartment in an assisted living facility here in town not too long ago, and we often talk about my grandmother. She is long dead, but we still reminisce about how perfect she was. Nothing could match her. He's remarried, going on eleven years now, to a lovely lady, but they are getting very elderly now and he may bury his second wife one of these days, bless her soul. I love that guy, my gramps, such a tough old bird. I keep pictures of him up on my refrigerator and a painting of his beloved Fairliner boat in my room.
Maybe someday I'll find that kind of love. Maybe someplace in the company of old friends.
That kind of love is what I have ever searched for...and ever been denied...but to her I would grant the world
ReplyDeleteMaybe we will find it, maybe we won't... lol.
ReplyDeleteI'm enjoying your "family essays" My parents married right after high school, having dated from the 10th grade onward... They found happiness, but it didn't work for me when I tried it...
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