good times

A while back a dear friend of mine from my former life reached out to me on facebook.  After reading my blog, he mentioned how much I had changed and how somehow I was still that girl he used to know.  I have to admit I am curious what exactly he meant by that.  

What a unique perspective he has.  To have known me so well at a time when I was so young, so broken, so sad.  I hope that the things he remembers about me are the good things and that those might not have changed and that he can forgive me.  

Seeing all these people on facebook from a time in my life I now refer to as the dark years has brought up a bit of stuff for me.  It reminds me from time to time of the mistakes I made, the people I hurt and the pain I felt.  But, the vast majority of the memories are of small moments, kindness, good times, adventures, lessons learned and love.  It makes me nervous to reach out to those who may only remember my transgressions or worse, not remember at all.

Thank you for influencing me and helping  me and loving me and leaving me.  Each one of you contributed to my ability to come out the other side, prepared me for all the joys and challenges that lay before me.  I learned so much from you and the glimmers of light find a warm home in my memory and heart.

  • A rescued eyelash
  • A mixed tape from a foreign land
  • A safe place when I needed one
  • A back rub, bubble bath and talks into the wee hours of the night
  • A hero in my darkest place
  • A car dance and a sing along
  • A fit of giggles to rival no others
  • A strong and kind voice when I really needed one.

To each of you who crossed my path, entered my life, spent time with me, held my hand and left or were left behind.  Thank-you and I’m Sorry.