Lord,
I didn’t even think that moment would ever come. I was up in Canmore and surrounding area for FIVE weeks!!!!!!

Now, don’t get me wrong…. I loved it. It was picturesque and very scenic. It was relaxing and fun. I really really had alot of fun!!!It was an amazing experience!!! But anyone who knows what it’s like to be gone for so long, knows that it’s so nice to be home after such a long absence. Home is home. There’s no replacement for it at all.

So, it’s great to be home.

But, I have one burning question…. How do you know if you’ve out lived a friendship. Things were done and said that really caused a fracture in the relationship. Both sides contributed, but one side did more than the other.

I think that it’s very possible that I have outlived that friendship. It just burned brightly, then it fizzled and died. I really believe that.

Just like the car behind my house. This morning at 7 am, we heard sirens. An ambulance screamed past the house, blaring away. Then another…. that stopped right at our house!!!!????!!!! WHAT???? I know. My mom and I rushed out of our house, without jackets in -10 weather. Snowing. Blowing. Dumbasses I know.

We are lead to the back of the building, it’s a four plex. There’s that Rescue truck. Then there’s smoke. Burning rubber. The car was burning brightly. The whole front end. It’s on fire and seriously going to town. Melted the side of the car, melted the front tires, Started our fence on fire, and heating up the truck next to it. What a calamity!!! I mean, this car is fairly new. Maybe a couple years old. A young family owned the car. Tragic, yet once the fire truck arrived, they took three shots of water dousing to kill the fire. As brightly as it burned, it was over.

So, is this car, and my friendship just the same? I mean, I’ve thrown proverbial water on it, and I think it’s dead. I don’t forsee a relationship anymore. I just can’t picture myself being interested in their friendship.

Ah, reflection. It’s always interesting.

When I reflect, I think about what I do miss. I miss my girl. I miss the smell of her hair. I miss her eyes, her beautiful smile…. I miss her laughter. I miss her hugs, and kisses, and I really miss our grassfights.

Thank goodness for memories. I really appreciate them, cause they help remind you of those you adore, and those you once considered friends.

Life.

There’s nothing like it.