Nostalgia

I am having extensive dental work (an implant, two crowns--finally getting a crown over a front tooth with a root canal that has stained it--and replacements of childhood fillings which have fractured, whitening etc).  It is invasive work that I have put off for a long time. Still, I treat myself to taking a spin up a beautiful rural road nearby, past a house I lived in when my family was small...probably the one really happy year of my marriage was spent there. It is a beautiful place, but a tad creepy.  I might like to stop tomorrow on the road and look at the creek.

It is emotional in a profound way. What if we had stayed there, somehow been able to buy the house?  It was very remote, but a special place. Yet none of it worked out.

I thought as I went home about my current state of grief. Now Tuesday night's are hard. Chatting with a friend on Facebook last night, I was in need of reassurance...he said he has known me since I was twenty and never has he thought any of the things the person had said about me were remotely true, that they had no idea who or what I was all about. I thanked my friend for really being there for me. He said anyone who hurts someone who has just started chemotherapy is going to deal with some serious karmic payback,in spades, because eventually we all get sick and need the support and compassion of others. I thanked my dear friend for never letting me go. He said that there are people who never learn to forgive others, and that he was sorry for all I had to deal with, and that he was glad to have learned forgiveness.

We should all have friends like this. I am grateful.