Things
July 17, 2008 |
I keep finding things that remind me of the past. There's a scrap of paper or a photograph that makes me smile. Then the wind blows and something stirs the dust of what was.
One of my old friends sent me this message via Facebook.
We were talking about our times together in the 1980s.
"Have never laughed or cried so hard. Those were the days, we were all born."
Those days changed me in oh so many ways.
It made me believe in the goodness of life.
My friend, I will never stop being born. Everyday, in every way.
And I thank you for the days we walked that the path.
It's funny how memories become you
From those times, one thing I've realized.
Happiness is best when shared.