Letting go, conundrum of the ages . . .
Alas, I've never been able to let go.
Why should I?! I remember ever so
fondly thee little friends of my youth.
Just because I'm about a hundred
years old, I see no reason to stop
thinking of them. One of the things
I've much valued about FB is the
reconnection with Bonnie and Trudi.
I think of kids I went to boarding
school with and loved reconnecting
with Kathy Ford and Tish Jeffers.
I ponder those college years and
so wish I knew where Sylvia and
Irma were. No, I am certainly not
ready to let go. Love my memories,
and have no wish nor intention of
letting them go, scrapbooks of sorts
that they are.
I recall lads I dated, jobs I had and
classwork I was assigned. Those
couple of boarding schools, one
English speaking and one Spanish!
Dress codes to be dealt with, rules
to be broken, fave teachers, beloved
friends and even that odd special
chapel service.
My children's births, husbands of
yesteryear, friends come and gone.
Languages to be learned, teaching
in different styles, class prep to be
turned in with zero computers in
sight. Amazing leadership, glorious
teaching companions, the odd one
. . . not so good.
Coming to the US again twenty
years later, building a new life,
learning to fit in or accepting it
just wasn't going to happen. I
have loved, and on occasion,
hated, it all. Ever so glad my
destiny was to be here for a
while.
When it's my time to go, I will be
saddened. Life seemed to have
passed by in a second, but it was
my second after all and I'm beyond
grateful to have been chosen. Let
go? No! Now now, now ever . . .
so loved my time here
hoping for a second round
i will let you know
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