Phil's Quill

I got a phone call the other day. It came from a place and a time far in my past. Amazing. A voice I had not heard for twenty years or so, and I was amazed at how fresh and "today" it seemed.

We remember at the most inconvenient times. Driving along the highway, passing through the aisles at a market, sometimes when we're sitting in church, or watching a movie, or even when we're sitting at a desk, writing or doing our financial stuff...

And we think to ourselves, I need to call or write or get in touch in some way. Then, the memory moment fades into the fog of a busy or distracting next item ...

Good bye good intentions.

Before you know it, you forget that you remembered, then you forget that you forgot and somehow, the fog gets thicker, the memories grow more distant, and unless something breaks though, another person is lost in the past, if not permanently, at least for far too long.

I've lost touch with so many friends over the years... And, to be honest, they've lost touch with me, too. Age is a likely candidate for "passing the buck," but truth be told, neglect, business, much ado about nothing are more likely candidates...

I'm truly sorry for all the ones I've neglected, all the ones I've lost t the fog. But they're there, and unless they remember me, or I remember them, and we do so with a determination open the door to the past, the fog will hold us 'til a brighter day, and we will probably be none the wiser.

When Remembering ...

Timing is Everything

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