Recently a person I knew back in high school and college made contact with me. He had found my blog and through it my daughter's email. He emailed her and asked her to forward some info to me from him. It was quite a surprise to hear from him since it has been forty, yes forty, years since I have seen him. He and his family had moved from Pueblo to Bemidji, Minnesota in the '60s, and after that he and his brother had come back to Pueblo to visit my family when I was in college. He and I are going to write to each other and talk about old times and old memories.
Memories of the past are both changeable and set in stone. While we remember people, places, times and events, it's possible we don't remember them exactly right. Also I have a tendency not to want to meet up with people whom I haven't seen for a long time because I know that the memories they have of the young me are probably so much better than the reality of the older me is. I don't want to ruin the way people remember me by letting the "now" me interfere.
I guess when we meet old friends in Heaven it won't matter how much we had changed on earth because in Heaven "we shall be like Him for we shall see Him as He is." I look forward to that.
4 comments:
Oh mom. The old you is a better you. I'm sure of it.
The old you as in age or the old you as in back then? Fun, Q. Just be careful! He might have had a crush on you and still has.
Thanks, Jen.
Moms, the old me as in age. The man is happily married and has been for 34 years. His last name is the same as Grandma Rose's maiden name. Did you know that family?
I could go on and on... but I will spare you and just agree :) with what you said.
Neat that you found an old friend :)
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