Missy, Martha and I went to college together. And as close as we can figure, it's been nearly 15 years since we have seen each other. But a couple of years ago, Missy went on a search to find me. She tried looking me up on Facebook which didn't work, since I'm not on Facebook. But with a little additional sleuthing on her part, she found my daughter, Elizabeth's Facebook page where there was a link to her blog. So Missy followed the link to Elizabeth's blog and discovered a link to my blog...and there you have! She found me! And finally, last Saturday we reconnected over lunch.
Since our marathon catching up session, I've done a lot of thinking about how life leaves its mark on us. The unique circumstances, experiences, people, trials and triumphs that we each live through constantly redefine and sculpt us into the people we are today. This doesn't mean that the current version of "us" is any more real or valid than who we were years ago. It's simply the latest "release" that includes the most recent updates from our life experiences.
But part of what made Saturday's visit with Missy so wonderful was the opportunity to reconnect with the people that we all were so long ago. Afterall, those were the people that everythng else has been built upon. Aside from my family, no one who knows me today knows that person that Missy knows.
So, who were we back then? We were best buds. We laughed a whole lot. We spent way too much time at the Unversity of Washington's library talking instead of studying. We piled groups of friends into Missy's Volvo, Garbo, to go out to eat...way too often. We turned up the radio and belted out our own version of the 1972 song, "Stuck in the Middle with You," whenever we went anywhere. Missy was always known as "the funny one" and I was known as "the sensitive one" and we both balked at those titles, knowing that we could easily reverse the labels. Missy always pushed me to try new things, knowing that on my own, I wouldn't do them Later, we were traveling buddies and coworkers. She was a bridesmaid in my wedding and another "daughter" to my parents.
Of course, we have all changed since those experiences of so long ago. As a matter of fact, Missy isn't even Missy anymore. For many years now, she has gone by her given name of Melissa. But in a gracious act of friendship, she's allowed me to continue to call her Missy...since that's who she always will be to me.
So, last Saturday I struck gold! It was a blessed reminder of just how rich our friendships make us. Old or new, friends are always treasures.
|That's me on the left, Missy on the right and my sister, Martha, "stuck in the middle" with us! (And, uh, no...we didn't color coordinate our outfits. We just know what makes for a great photo op!)|