There appears to be a hunger within us to salvage the good. It requires a redemption of sorts because, if we have lived at all, dared to taste at risk, we cannot come out of the past unscathed. We have shouldered blows. We have fallen, crawled and finally found a way to stand again.
We gather around and with a bold marker, highlight what can be recollected of the joy we knew in the midst of it all. We celebrate. We identify where we were in that wonderful adventure of our youth, carving into the paint of our past an "I was here." We wait to see if anyone responds to assure us they recall our presence.
It all seems a holy process. Whatever it was that drove us apart, etched a distance in our lives, is left behind. We are once more brought together to laugh boldly and place our tears on the table of proper perspective.
Good prevails. It always has. It always will. We cannot explain why. We simply live the reality - victim to the fact. And we are glad it is so.
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