And Though the Course May Change Sometimes, Rivers Always Reach the Sea 13 comments

Posted by grampa in the real shit (Wednesday August 2, 2006 at 5:45 am)

Something was supposed to happen today.  I was supposed to pick someone up at the airport. 

It isn’t going to happen.  I’ve known this for some time. 

Plane tickets can be changed to new destinations.  Plans can be altered.  Lives will move on.  They have.  The circle in red Sharpie on my calendar is harder to erase.  I saw it there yesterday and, for a second, a possibility that is no longer possible swam back into view.

The reality is that she is no longer coming.  The reality is that we are in different places, both geographically and at points in our lives.  The reality is that I now have a good friend far away to the east.  The reality is that this is how things are and they are not going to change. 

Reality is sometimes a bitter pill to swallow.

Still, the part of me that likes to believe in parallel universes, with wizards, elves and dragons, believes that somewhere, somewhen, somehow a parallel me and a parallel her were able to make it work. 

Somewhere there is a me picking up a her with Merlin, our talking organ grinder monkey, in tow.

This me knows that what is, is.  This me knows that we gave our all and that sometimes your all is not good enough.  Today, this me feels a pang of loss.  The loss is caused by distance.  The distance is that which lies between what is and what can never be.

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