I had seen her name on an "alumni" site of some kind, and sent her a message on Facebook. Did not get a reply, so I thought I was forgotten. Then, yesterday, I heard from her, been a few years, like maybe sixty-three.
Who was Sarah? Well, she was a high school sweetheart, I guess you could call her, one of my first loves. We ate a lot of lunches together, I think saw some movies, probably a dance or two. You have to remember "high school romances" to know.
And then her family moved far away, and that was the end of Sarah, till yesterday, and, sitting here, eighty years old, having some fond memories rekindled, after all those years, well, it's just nice to experience.
It's extraordinary how time can be forgotten in an instant that way. A note from Sarah renewed forgotten wonderful memories, and took my mind back all those years. Difficult to explain.
A few years ago, I got a phone call, "Joe, you probably won't remember me, Ernie Moody." Remember, a whole world of memories came flooding back, a part of my life, almost forgotten, suddenly remembered. We were in the Navy together, "Remember," never forgotten, just pushed back in the recesses because, nothing close by to remind me.
At eighty years of age, I make coffee in the morning, take out trash, get the mail, I vacuum and clean the apartment for exercise. When at Walmart, I push the cart around a lot .... (if I walk a short distance, my back hurts, if I push a shopping cart, I think I could walk a hundred miles and not feel it, why is that?), watch TV and play on the computer, that's it.
So, it is difficult to put in to words, how nice it is, to hear from the past, someone still remembers, a part of my life, well, someone remembers, how nice is that.
Many years ago, now, I got a phone call, "Your kids would like to see what you look like." An ex-wife, moving away, long story, did not have contact with my two kids, Deb and Dean for many years. We have merged our lives again, but lost time can never be made up, so I don't dwell on that, just thankful that we found each other again. Sort of like finding a lost piece of a puzzle. During a lifetime, we lose a lot of pieces of life's puzzle and I have been fortunate to get a lot of them back.
Just a "note from Sarah" .... but ...........
