We’ll stay in touch. We mean it when we say it to our friends, as we move away, or they move away. Only we don’t — not that much, not for that long. We have lives where we are and they have lives where they are. Every day brings things that need to be done, sometimes things that needed to be done yesterday, and if it’s not one of those things, it doesn’t get done. Because, after all, we can call or write another time.
And then it’s time for Christmas cards and letters. Then we do stay in touch, either in brief or at length, and either way it’s more than we have since, well, last Christmas. If we let ourselves take the time, we’ll find some time to savor sweet memories.
Some years we don’t allow ourselves the time to let those sink in. I just did, for a change, and was reminded of what a (shall we say) wonderful life I’ve had: so many good friends, so many good times. Memories that should be nurtured and treasured.
I’ve lived more years than most of you, so maybe your friends aren’t so long lost. Even so, you probably have some. Take a moment to think of one, or two, or maybe a group you seldom see any more. And share your memories of them with us.
