I separate my life into chapters. I spent my twenties as a bit of a gypsy so I’ve collected memories from lots of different places, jobs and groups of friends. In each chapter (city, ship, job or school), I was blessed to meet amazing people whom I now and forever call friends. We don’t necessarily see each other or communicate regularly anymore but the memories of our time on this journey are treasures.
Last week I spent a good 5 hours scanning and uploading old photos onto my Facebook page. I did it b/c I wanted to relive some really fun memories with dear old friends. I wanted to let them know that I love each of them and hold our time together in a special place in my heart. I can close my eyes and hear their voices, feel their hugs, laugh at their jokes, appreciate their friendships.
I can even remember the way people walked. In high school we spent so much time cruising the hallways in between class. I can still see, very specifically, their strides – some bouncy, some skulky, some quick and self-conscious, some confident and smooth. The point is, not much gets past any of us… and the things we see are seared into our memories. Even seemingly insignificant details like the way we swagger.
If you can take the time to reflect and relive your happy times with friends, examining the rich detail that your mind will allow you to conjure, you may find yourself feeling the love and happiness you once experienced with them. You may actually appreciate them more now than you did in the moment or feel more connected to the experiences you shared. You may feel like your friends are still right here with you. And you know what? On a spiritual level, they are. It’s really amazing.