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Monday, June 19, 2017

Somethings are best said.



“Someday when we're dreaming, 
Deep in love, not a lot to say. 
Then we will try to remember 
The things we said today.”

Guys supposedly don’t listen. Okay, sometimes we don’t. Sue us.

But when we do, and when we think about what has been said between two people, we can be a lot deeper than most would suspect. I am not sure if it’s because it’s summer, or that it’s no longer winter up here in the Midwest, for some reason it does bring out long lost deep memories. I love going back in time; I am not sure if it’s because I know the outcome, wish I could change it, or just want to re-live it, but it brings about feelings that really make me feel whole again.

Whoa, and you thought we couldn’t go beyond the surface.

This coming weekend I will be getting together with my oldest friend; he’s actually slightly younger than I am, but he’s a person I have known (and kept in contact with) for the vast majority of my life. He gets me and vice-versa. He knows me because he has been there during the good times, rough times, and in between. 

It doesn’t take long for us to remember all the mischievous things we did together. Many of them were trivial, however many of them were just downright wrong. As a homeowner, I would be furious if I encountered what we did to friends and non-friend’s homes. (Eggs and toilet paper were a lot cheaper back then—-we knew it and took advantage of it.) 

But this coming weekend, we will likely be talking about his upcoming change in life. He is recently engaged; I was one of the early people to find out—-and I suspect we will talk about what life has in store for him including, taking on the role of a step-father, being married again,  and how the hell we both decided to do it all again after our first marriages went kaput?

What I am looking forward to the most is laughing and looking back on how far we have come (or have we?) and what we said, and experienced, all those years ago. We know the phrases, lines and meanings behind all these “ridiculous memories”—only we do, no one else would understand nor do we want them to. That’s what makes this friendship special—-by the way, my kids call him my “immature” friend and say the same about me! (Wise kids.)

I love this time of the year. With many summers behind me, I have a lot of thoughts to reflect on as I lie in bed, walk to work, or drive around town—I do not, however, recommend going to deep in thought when you are in traffic. It’s much better for lone highway trips when you can leave the world behind and  come back suddenly should a deer cross your path. Yes, it’s happened.

The photo above was taken a few months ago. I don’t remember how long its been, but many years ago I read the book, “Jonathan Livingston Seagull.” What I remember most from this book, and others that were written by the same author, were the words that told me it was perfectly fine to soar and reflect. Something I am sure we all want to do at times…it’s when we come to Earth, and feel the warmth of these memories when you realize you need to keep them as close to your heart as possible.

Thanks for stopping by.


1 comment:

  1. Mark, again another one that has touched my heart. It will go into my Mark Rosenbaum email file. It's a keeper!

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