There’s a cool saying that keeps making the rounds of email and social media lately. It states that you shouldn’t worry about the people from your past because there’s a reason they didn’t make it to your future.
That may hold true of the jerks in your past, but what about the people you knew way back when who were not bad at all, but wonderful?
This last week, with my first book on the shelves of the bookstores along with the first book signing event that came off so beautifully, every now and again I think of about seven people I haven’t heard from in decades but never stopped missing. They don’t know one another, but here’s an unusual development: every single one of them moved to the Sun Belt. They’re scattered from sea to shining sea, from California to Georgia.
Life happens. People marry, they retire, they get job transfers. They pack up their troubles in their old kit bags, they move, they aim for sunnier climes. It’s very cool. It’s fabulous for them, but hey, Sun Belt Contingent, there’s those you’ve left behind who have never forgotten you. I wish you could have been here this week, of all weeks, all of you! So if by some miracle you might chance upon this blog post, please know that it’s the online equivalent of a “message in a bottle” cast onto the ocean in the faint hope it might reach the people I love that it’s meant for. The odds may be against it, but here this blog post is anyway. You all know who you are, and if you ever do find this, your old friend misses you!