"I am out with lanterns looking
for myself." ~Emily Dickinson
My children are grown and fab
people they are too! My grands
are married and bringing the
greats into the world.
My students are caught in those
wondrous memories of yesteryear.
I remember them with such joy.
You know, I miss teaching every
single day of my life!
Alas, fantabulous that retirement
may be, it brings about that eternal
question, "So, who am I now?"
A fair question when I think of all
of the above. Frankly, there are
days I am filled with such sorrow
because the me I knew no longer
seems to exist.
As I'm no longer allowed to drive,
I find myself ever so grateful to
those friends stopping by, having
a visit and a brew. It helps!
So yesterday, a friend and colleague
came to lunch and to say goodbye.
We reminisced over memories of
our students and teaching days.
She gave me a gift, a precious gift!
Somehow, she kindly reminded me
who I am, not just who I was.
Grateful beyond the pale . . .
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