Wednesday, October 24, 2007

To Old Friends. . . .

I found out on Monday night that an old (as in about 11 years ago) boyfriend of mine was killed. I'm having a rough time with this and I'm not sure why. That probably sounds mean or cruel. What I mean is that I haven't even spoken to this person in about 11 or 10 years. I have pictures that were from the time we (briefly) dated and fond memories of our time together, but I'm not sure why it's affecting me the way that it is. I think it's because we drifted apart. There was never a clear ending to our friendship. I have other friends from the past that this happened with too. Mainly because I am significantly different from who I was in high school. I feel like I NEED to connect with all these people so that, at best, I have some form of closure. . . . . .

3 comments:

Simon Jones said...

I know how you feel. It's funny how some connections run deep and we almost don't know until they are totally severed.

I didn't know Munson, but I saw his makeshift home in Bay St Louis and it struck me back then that the person living in that blue tent would probably have a few stories to tell. I hope his family get the closure they're looking for.

Rachie-Babe said...

Wow. . so what are the chances of you ending up in my blog?! I'm curious how you arrived here! Was is random?

Uncivil said...

Sorry to hear about your friend. I can see that happening to me, but someone will probably run me over on purpose!