"Hey!" he says with a great big smile and firm handshake, "It's great to see you. What's it been? Fifteen, no twenty years since I seen you two?" A round stories follow beginning with "you remember the time ..."
Then a light comes on as the mind fully remembers, "Oh yeah, now I remember the last time I seen you. It was at (fill in any name here)'s funeral. Strange we only meet at these things. We need to get together sometime soon."
The afore mentioned story has happened at every funeral I have ever attended.
Yesterday, the Warden and I attended yet another funeral of a woman whose life had been unexpectedly shortened. Yesterday the Warden and I again vowed to renew old acquaintances and friendships. Isn't it strange that we let "life happen" rather than "live life"? We let life control us rather than staying in control of our lives?
"Yesterday" ... unlike "tomorrow" .... can never be changed and yet it will bear the memories that forever shape our lives.
Just some rambling thoughts.