Walking as Strangers
We, three of us, were standing at the entry way, in the typical Minnesota goodbye fashion, still talking. My friend looked at me so tenderly, ” Jewel I still remember swimming with you at Lake Johanna when you laid out your dream of being a missionary, married to a European, and having a family. And now you are seeing your dream come true” I had no recollection of ever saying that. I say as much. I also say, how much it means that she remembered this moment and is in essence the keeper of a memory that I truly needed … Continue reading Walking as Strangers