I double-dog-dare you to pick up the phone and call someone you haven’t talked to in years.
I recently reconnected with a dear friend of mine that I hadn’t laid eyes on for over 10 years. We met over 23 years ago when I was barely old enough to drink. He really wasn’t that much older…just a little more worldly…and funny!
The project we were assigned to lasted about three years, and then we continued to stay in touch for another five, until life got in the way. We had talked a couple of times and emailed a few more but, he’s a boy and I’m a girl so when serious relationships hit and children were born we drifted away.
Today was the day I got to see him again.
Eyeball to eyeball, face to face, cheek to cheek…
The sheer joy of seeing one of my best friends again was overwhelming…and, even more so because this visit was on borrowed time. You see, about eight years ago he should have died on the operating table from a congenital heart defect; the one that actually killed John Ritter.
But my friend didn’t die. He SURVIVED!
And I’ll tell you what, I am so glad he did. We had the best time, laughing, reminiscing and catching up. My life today might not have realized the true loss had he not survived back then, but spending the couple of hours with him today reminded me of all the rich gifts he had bestowed upon my life.
The colorful stories I tell, until my children’s eyes roll to the back or their heads, are usually laced with episodes involving this friend.
So, back to the Double-Dog-Dare…
Who’s the one person…you know…that one, that if you could, you would, call up right now and howl at the moon with? Would you let them know how much they rocked your world? Would you let them know how glad you are that they are still here?
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