A Voice From the Past
This past week I’ve been surprised with a ‘voice’ – well several actually – from my past. A few months ago my sister forwarded to me an email from a former school friend who was organising a reunion of our high school class. A few days ago this friend introduced me to Facebook. I’ll be honest: I could never understand why people would want to spend their time on Facebook - but then I used to think that about blogs too.
I wasn’t that keen on joining but it seems that a number of girls I went to school with are using it as their preferred media for organising said reunion. And to my surprise, I’ve really enjoyed catching up with friends from my past. The scary thing is that so many of us now look like our mothers!
I have long had a dream of finding again the girl I was best friends with at school. This girl was beautiful, caring, compassionate, funny, and smart. We lost contact soon after my eldest son was born and although our paths crossed briefly just once during the years afterward I was too slow (or stupid) to get her contact details. It’s one of my regrets.
Who knows? With all these other voices from the past, perhaps I’ll hear this one again too?