Can't believe it's nearly a year since I wrote this. Life and its' distractions continue to fly at me apace since I did so. New experiences. Things to enjoy. Things to plan for. Things to worry about.
We're all the same, I guess. Running on our private hamster wheels and trying to the Right Thing by the world. When kids come into your life, their priorities become your own. You can view their future needs in the years to come before they arrive. Girlfriends? (I hope my advice to X will be of use, not that I had much luck in the day?) Boyfriends? (I hope I can resist the temptation of seeing all D's male callers as spotty little hornbags.. much as I was). I have a roadmap of cultural titbits I would like to feed my children in the next decade which I hope will enrich their lives as much as they did my own...
Watership Down and the Annotated Alphabet for X next, if you're interested.
Nonetheless I still get reminders of simpler times: a thought or a memory that will freeze me back in another time when the future was still undefined. Patch features prominently in these thoughts, like all my dearest friends. He's been gone a year now and the little things he enjoyed or was passionate about still stir me. I would've have loved to have shared my new life with him, to deluge him with the charms that my family and my Island have to offer. Despite the complexity of life and its' strains I know how lucky I am and wish I could've shared that fortune with him too...
Wherever you are, buddy. I'm thinking of you. I look forward to sharing a pint and a chat next time we meet..
A.
