And it was her birthday, and I sent her the email, every year, 25 now all told. It wouldn't be different, no matter what.
She's someone who never found me, I know those who've found me, searched for me, I'm not that much of a Luddite. She's passed, moved on, we both have, but I'm curious...
And so, burning Calgary, moving on, the end of October, maybe, after 25 years, time to catch up, come to visit, see how she is...
Curious...
I send the email. There won't be too many more chances, we get older, one of us, sooner or later, will be disappearing. And there are few people that were as important in my life as she was. At my age, it's more funerals and the regrets that we didn't finally connect before they departed...Spain, 4 or 5 days, a week maybe, catching up, laughing, reliving old times, it could be good. Necessary. Closure. Always it was finished, we both knew, but now - well, closure, the definition changes. Closure, then the crossing. Maybe in a year, 10, 50, but we are so busy we don't know, can't anticipate, and there are no assurances we'll meet on the other side, and so maybe we should lets live while we can....