An Amazing Conversation

I just got off the phone with one of my dearest friends.

I grew up with him, went to high school with him. Literally played in a dog house with him (we had a dog house we turned into a fort). We collected Wacky Packages together, went to high school dances together then in our early 20's we lost each other.

Two weeks ago, my sister found him on the internet. She called him. I emailed him. Tonight we talked. He is gay. He came out in his late 30's. We lived in San Francisco at the same time, for over a decade, and never ran into each other. We worked less than 2 blocks from each other.

I know I have wrote before of feeling the need to connect with my past. He is a huge part of my past. I almost told him what is going on with me, almost, but I didn't. I think I most likely will, but not right now.

He is in the process of moving to Europe.

What can I say? My past is finding me again, and it feels good.

You know, when you lose someone, it can be almost impossible to find them again. People come, people go. Some people are supposed to be there, and are like eternal family.

I am so happy I'm getting older I think. It's seems as if my life path is becoming clearer all he time, even if there are some bumps in the road, at least I can see the road.

Peace,

OC