Time does fly. Lynn, an artist and dancer friend from my first time in college, came by for lunch one day last week. It was a quiet cool day, and we talked our way through lunch by the bay, and a trip to the top of the point.
I was born here, but she wasn’t. She arrived at age 16, and she must have missed the mandatory grade school trips to the bay and the point. I grabbed the moment and up we went through the big houses, the military bases, and up to the top of our best view of the city. I love showing off this lovely city.
We missed her special friend Dee who couldn’t coordinate time or budget with Lynn’s family visits. Lynn is considering moving home again from Salt Lake City. She’s been struggling with a particularly invasive bout of skin cancer on her forehead, but she has only family here.
She did come upstairs and see the latest photos of family and her friends….thank you Lynn. She was appalled at how ill my Ex looks…how near death. I became aware how far apart in ages I am to many of my friends from those years. Most have moved away, and many find it hard to communicate.
One cannot go back, but we can all grab a few moments in the now.
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