Standing in a friend's kitchen this evening I looked out the window and watched the light snow falling.
"When was it that Debbie died?" I asked.
In a snap Cissy came back with, "28th, March 28th."
That was two years ago, I thought.
"I remember it being so much warmer, with so many more things in bloom. This weather is crazy," I replied.
It was, but that was then and this is now. Two years later it's four of us having dinner, meeting up somewhat spontaneously. Catching up and laughter over a glass of wine feels nice. It's relaxing after yet another 10-hour workday.
Nonetheless, in the moment that follows the reminder of our lost friend there is an unintentional moment of silence. I suppose we are all recalling our own personal memories of our friend. And then with a collective nod and a sigh the evening moves on and slowly the laughter returns.
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