Popeye
Spent the afternoon today with my sister's good buddies. We shared photos (the actual purpose of getting together), but best of all we shared stories. Everyone there had experienced serious loss of someone well loved and important. We all had memories, good and bad, of my sister and the shenanigans of youth. You name it, it was on the discussion board. The girls had gone away yearly for years, to New Hampshire, Vermont and other places. Long weekends as well were part of the plan. Their memories are sweet, haunting, and funny. I didn't hear a sad memory from those times - not one. What I heard were the tales of friendship and memories of love. Don't mean to get maudlin here, but it had an element of that, this afternoon did. But just a little bit. Maudlin has its place in our world, although sometimes I think we try to do away with it. We should keep it as an emotion, a feeling, a reaction. It reminds us of wher...