“It was the best of times…”

Tomorrow is a meeting with a friend from high school at a park to walk and talk. Jill is one of those friends that you may not be in constant contact with, yet when you do get together you pick up right where you left off.

It is the time of year as the new school year has begun that we turn our thoughts to those simpler times and being young and carefree.

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This past month was my high school reunion, and like most of those in the past, I spent precious moments with those that meant the most to me. Life was not always easy even as a kid, but it was brighter with a little help from my friends that I was able to get through the tough times. Some people have always understood you, and there are those that stand by quietly judging. But beautifully those that do not know you and your heart are no longer important.

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The difference this time in walking and talking with Jill is that we both have suffered the loss of loved ones, our parents. She just recently lost her mother, and I lost my father. After many discussions of the loss of boyfriends, children growing up, spouses leaving and now the departure of our beloved we still find something to be happy about and laugh. What is consistent in these conversations that we have every five years, is the ability to rise above the sadness and find the spot where we can go back to simpler timesit-was-the-best-of-times-it-was-the-worst-of-times-it-was-the-age-of-wisdom-it-was-the-age-of-foolishness-it-was-the-epoch-of-belief-it-was-the.png

Again, with a little help from your friends you can get by.

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