Today I found myself reminiscing....while rumaging through a box upstairs, I came across my high school yearbook and some photo's of friends and I when I was in my younger 20's.
Staring at the images in both the yearbook and photographs I felt a sense of sadness. Faces of friends, smiling and clowning around. Remembering a time when me and my high school friends were yearning to be "Adults" and not knowing what the future held. The one thing we always thought was that all of us would never lose touch with one another and the motto of "All for one and for all" would live on forever.....sadly now, in the day to day living of adulthood.....it does not.
Even people whom I spent a vast majority of my time with after high school are no longer daily contacts....even yearly contacts anymore. It is none of our faults.....sadly, That's the way life goes. Girlfriends have married, moved away, become mothers and wives. Male friends, like I, have either found partners, moved away....some... have even passed away.
Everyone goes through this I know. Everyone reminisces. But what I always walk away thinking from moments of reminiscing is this...... There is a REASON why certain people cross paths with you on this journey/life. I belive that with all of my heart. I like to think that people who do cross my path through this existance, I knew in another life...and they are stopping by again during this journey to say "Hello, How are things going for you this time around....are you ok?" Silly to some....but it helps me to get through.

Leslie Coston, who I met in the 7th grade. She became my best friend after I smiled at her in our 3rd period Language Arts Class on our first day of Middle School. The one who got me hooked on watching "Days Of Our Lives." We shared laughs, sleep overs and lots of nights on the phone talking about guys....I Miss her. Now married and a house full of kids. Living I don't know where.
And my good friend Lanie. We met in the 8th grade. She was the new kid in school and I was the "Fag". Two outcasts who formed a bond that has even lasted to the present time. I was there for her wedding, the two births of her children and she has been there for me on countless occassions. She was there for mine and Marks committment ceremony...She was the one friend who came and visted me when I went into my first Rehab. The one who cheered me on again after I had fallen to defeat with drugs again a few years ago. The one who NEVER gave up on me and would defend my honour when others laughed at the mere mentioning of my name. But even her and I are not able to talk every single day...we both have different lives.
Jill Harrington, a traveling Physical Therapist that I had met when I worked at the hospitol. Our shopping sprees, our saturday night movie watching. I talked her into ending her traveling career, and give the guy Pat, who liked her a chance. Now, she is married and back living in Maine with a gorgeous young son, working a stationary job as a Physical Therapist......our communication has ceased....and I wonder...does she reminisce from time to time as I am now doing? Sadly, through my moving, I have lost all her contact information.

It's life i guess. I made a decision a few years ago that I do not want to have any regrets. I wasn't going to be the sort who didn't accomplish the goals or dreams that I desire or atleast TRY...I do not want to be that 50 or 60 year old man asking myself......"Was that my Life?"