A number of old friends
gathered this week for a Christmas party. It was too far away for us to go, but
Jim Bortell took the trouble to email me to say, “You were remembered fondly.”
That’s what I do each
morning, as I drink my coffee before the winter sun has bested the horizon,
fondly remember my friends who have passed on. As we spend time together,
through the gift and miracle of memory, I am reminded by my fond remembrances
of them of who I am, for we are defined and identified by our relationships.
I cannot think of anything
better, in life or in death, than to be remembered fondly by old friends.
JRMcF
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