Today I’ve been thinking about friends I’ve lost.
Some have passed on and “I’ll meet them on the other shore,” as we used to sing in church when I was growing up.
Others I’ve lost touch with. They’ve moved. The addresses, emails and phone numbers I had for them no longer work.
These were people I cared about, deeply. I think about them frequently. I haven’t found them when I’ve looked for them on the various social networks that I belong to. You would think that if you cared about people deeply, shared strong connections over time, the contact wouldn’t be severed. But it happens. The pace of life, the change of locale, and stuff get in the way, some times.
So, I’m sharing their names with the hope that someone who reads this blog may have a clue as to where they are
They may not want to be found by me and that’s fine. I would just like to know if they’re okay. (Actually, I want to know what they’re up to, how’s life treating them, how they’re treating life, but a “they’re fine” would work, too.)
There are other people I’ve lost along the way who’s names I can’t for the life of me remember (that selective memory of mine again). They were classmates from college, colleagues from a job, and former neighbors.
On the internet, there are any number of websites that will help one search for lost friends. There’s also a television program where a guy reconnects friends, adopted children, and old loves. I’m not ready to try these avenues, yet.
Along the way, I’ve lost some great people. Is it better to have friended and lost than to never have friended at all?