I am terrible at keeping in touch with those I love. People become so dear to me, threads of their lives weave into mine, becoming impossible to ever remove them from my life's tapestry.
I wouldn't be who I am without them. Friends who steadied my hand in major life decisions. Family who accepted, forgave, and loved, no penance required. We've laughed and cried together. We've dreamed and failed along side each other. We've listened to Mazzy Star on back country roads and John Denver around campfires together. We've rolled up sleeves and worked side by side.
And then life shifts; forks in the road separate our close-knit lives. Different destinies, experiences, friendships. And as distance grows, I let those I love slip away into the night with thoughts similar to a song I sang in elementary school choir:
I see the moon
The moon sees me
Down through the leaves
of the old oak tree
Please let the light that shines on me
Shine on the one I love.
I wish them well, these people I love. I quietly keep them close to my heart, loyal to the grave. But it's time to do more. To do more than wish them happy and fulfilled in their parts of the world. It's time to make some noise.
It's time to write letters, dial phone numbers, skype with family in New Zealand and California, set up play-dates, plan road trips to Indiana and Iowa and Georgia. 'Cuz people we love? They aren't replaceable. And they matter more than the time and space that has weeded over hearts.
Much more to be said, but I'm approaching T-4 hours now and my body is screaming at me for some sleep.
|Edie and Si playing "go na-night." Edie gives kisses before tucking Silas in.|
So good night Moon; good night.