There are times when I have to stop and wonder about how things come to be, how they have come to pass, what I could have done better, what I should have done better. Whether the event is God lending a helping hand, a coincidence (freak or not), or a second chance. Once in a while I’ll ponder the riddles of my mind, trying to answer the questions asked during one of my, many, sleepless nights.
Four years ago a very good friend of mine and I went our own ways. It was a hard night. The shock tore at me. I kept asking myself “is this real? Did this just happen?!”. First anger took over quickly followed by sorrow. No one likes to lose a friend. I value my friends as family, which strengthened the feelings tenfold. I don’t remember much about that night, and frankly I want to keep it that way.
Over the Christmas holyday I headed north to Avarada to visit family… and to help my dad move. Which, damnit dad! You had surgery on your shoulder, stop pushing yourself. Not that it’s going to kill you, but we already lost Grandma and Bill, may they rest. Saddy is probably won’t make it much longer too. Me thinks our family needs a break.
I was driving home Christmas day. I can’t remember what time it was, may have been 8 or 9. I was listening to Linking Park, My December. Not the Reanimation version, but the Hybrid Theory version. My mind started to drift, playing out scenes to the lyrics and melody. As I drifted she popped into mind. I muttered to myself, “If ever there was a Christmas miracle, it would be to see her again.”
I got home, and set my gifts aside, cracked open a soda and hit the net. I was checking out some art works when I came across one piece. The art style looked familiar, but I didn’t think much of it. Then I glanced at the artist name, and froze. My heard began to race. “What? Could it be?” I thought as I stared at the name. Slowly and hesitantly I moved my mouse and click the source link which took me to her FA page.
“Holly shit. It can’t be … can it?” My heart raced even faster. It was her! A long lost friend. Each second felt like an hour. I was asking myself, “Should I do it? Should I send her a note? It’s been four years, will she remember me? Did we go our own ways in anger? Should I do this??” A whispering yes echoed though my head. Out of all the gifts I have received, though out the years, this was the greatest.
