In my 20’s I recall feeling quite amazed with myself that I had already grasped the nuances and complexities of life. Self satisfied me had seen so little of it, yet I was it’s master.
Oblivious was I to the layers that make and sometimes complicate later life. How could I at 20 know of sick kids, of divorce, of forever friends who didn’t turn out to be. Residue from life’s events remain to shape a newer version..perhaps better, perhaps not..of each of us.
Those layers that shape us do little to insulate us though as chapter follows chapter. Decades after self assurance began to wane comes the “passing phase” where the news of friends and aquaintances passing away becomes more commonplace..the phase where looking at old pictures shocks you at the sheer number of those who have gone before you.
My layers now contain memories of determination against disease–a phrase “grouchy cheese sandwich” that made my then young son howl with laughter–and you reaching over to try to adjust the glasses on my face because I had somehow bent the frames again!
So thank you Rusty for what you have contributed to my layers. And to what you’ve added to my perspective. Life is not forever. Life is not fair. Life is to be lived each day. No room for putting things off ’til tomorrow.
That’s something 20 year old me needed a lifetime to learn.
RIP my friend