A self imposed exile

I have not died nor have I gave up blogging. I was just in hiatus or a self-imposed exile for awhile. I attended a memorial for my buddy Phil and was able to catch up with childhood friends I haven't seen in many years. Some as long as 20 years. I was reluctant to go to the memorial for some reason but I knew in my heart I had to go for Phil's mom, brother and sisters.

I find it a bit macabre with a sense of comfort when we can find so much laughter and smiles along with tear-welled eyes and broken hearts at such get togethers, with people we haven't been around in so many years, especially at a memorial for a unexpected death of a loved one. I spent most of the five hours at the memorial with a smile on my face and a tear for those Phil left behind.

Many great stories were told of our growing up together. Most memorable others told from another's view with twenty plus years of yellowing that clouded some of the memory dressing some of the stories in new clothes with familiar themes.



The picture is of most of those that grew up together with only a few missing. rmember there were only ten people in my graduating class.

Tomorrow is my 46th birthday and if I am up to it I may post. i plan to go back at the blogging 100% next week.