Baltimore,1952
The memories growing up here always remind me of a life played out on the big screen. The motley assortment of characters, the easy going, ambitious, families struggling with all kinds of issues, playing in the woods behind our home, playing on the streets in the evenings with the neighborhood kids. The families living near me cared deeply about our community.
This week there have been phone calls from, e-mails and re-connections from friends I hadn't seen in years. Some were hard to re-visit. Not because I wasn't happy to hear from old friends, but because some were really having a hard time. Now.
It always causes me to think about how we live so much in our heads. The realities vs. the non-realities/emotions. Which is real?
I remember my high school best friend calling me twenty years ago to reconnect. She was living in California at the time. Almost immediately we went back to our high school days. I always thought she was so together. We spoke about how we remembered one another.
"You were always the go getter. Organizer. You just made it happen," she said.
I don't remember being the go getter. I remember being the group organizer. What I remember is how together I thought my high school best friend was. Her life has not been all she hoped it would be. It never was. Some real tragedy in the mix that was really hard to hear. But that is what friends do. We listen. And love.
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