Thirty years condensed into thirty minutes (plus two hours)
Yesterday, I visited with a friend that I had not seen for over 30 years. She and I met when I was a freshman in college. She was 1 year older and wiser.
We sat together over a leisurely breakfast and tried to catch up on each others lives in about two short hours. She started by reminding me of two things that she remembered that had happened during the two years we shared in college, the reasons why she still felt connected to me.
Big things can happen when you are youngish. People that you love can suddenly, unexpectedly die. We briefly touched on those goose-bumpy memories. I got teary-eyed.
Next, she wanted to know how I had landed in the mountains. She was genuinely entertained by my stories of living in an isolated, off-grid log cabin with no running water at 9,000′ for six years. She smiled hearing my tales from working at Caribou Ranch Recording Studio and which famous rock stars I had cooked for and driven to perform concerts at Red Rocks.
We traded abbreviated versions of our adult lives. We swapped life-stories; the good, the bad, the happy, the sad. We are both divorced, have children in their 30’s, and have grandchildren that we adore. We are both happy, healthy and grateful.
I am writing to encourage anyone who reads this to look up long-lost friends and reconnect. She looked me up and found me on Linked-In. After a few emails and a phone call, we discovered that we were going to be in the same area at the same time.
It was well worth the effort. She told me the part of those stories that I was not aware of. The way she retold them; I was a hero. Wow, I had no idea. Thanks friend!