I got a message today. Not much, but it actually meant a lot to me. It was from an old high school classmate and she was letting me know that our class was having a reunion on the 21st of August. Our 40th.
Not much really. Just a few lines that could just as well have been a generic form to let me know. But I wrote back a quick note to say I’d be missing it by just a couple of weeks. She let me know about a classmate who had passed away (I already knew), and we exchanged a couple more lines and that was it.
But it mattered to me. I’m on the other side of a whole lot of life…we all are. But I’m also on the other side of the planet. Have been for well over a third of my life. I’ve chosen a life that separates me from the before. Here she was, living in a town less than 40 miles from our high school. Here I was, living in a city over 6,400 miles from our high school.
It made me feel better. It connected me to something that’s been long gone. It’s reminded me that there’s more to my life than getting up every day and going to work; coming home, eating, and going to bed only to do it all over again the next day. It’s about something that’s just been hiding in there somewhere.
There’s no doubt that the Covid pandemic has really worn us all down. Some more than others. But it helps to have that reminder that there are other humans out there living their human lives, and that maybe someday we’ll all get back to it like nothing ever happened…except maybe that we’ll appreciate what we’ve got all the more.
Looking forward to it.
This post is touching