This past summer, an old friend came by for a visit. We had been close during our teenage years and into our twenties. However, after we both married and moved to other towns, we lost touch. This reunion was close to 25 years in the making.
After catching up with current family news, we decided to look through old photographs. I have hundreds of pictures in boxes and albums. Family photos, school pictures, and family trips make up about half of the pictures. The remainder is of the good times I had with my friends.
When we finally came across a box with photos of our teenage years, my friend laughed. “These are hilarious!! I've lived at least three lives since then - I'm looking forward to maybe five more.”
I understand this sentiment entirely. I have lived several lives over the years, learning and growing from each. Instead of lives, however, I think of them as my “faces”. When I look at my facial expressions in photographs, I can immediately remember what I was doing, how I felt and how much I‘ve changed since then.
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Beautifully written - thanks for sharing your life.
Thanks, Ruthi! I guess we all need to come "out of the closet" at times!
Great to read such an in-depth article about you the person as well as writer, Lynne,
Thank you, Digby! Vietnam was not kind to my husband. He had both physical and emotional wounds as the result of his service. He was not bitter, and always said that if he could go back, he wouldn't change a thing.
Thank you for your visit and comment!
I am sorry to hear the sad story of your husband's death and that it was caused by Agent Orange.