It’s been a while since I have posted anything. I have been busy with work, with church, and with school. Because of those things I have been left with little time (or energy) for writing. Yet today, as I was scrolling though my Timehop, I saw something that I have to share.
It’s been almost a year since a very dear friendship ended. All things eventually come to and end, including those friendships that we say will never die. Everything has a beginning, and everything has an end. Our end came last July. Our beginning came 8 years ago today. In the years leading up to today I would have remembered it, made a post on Facebook and tagged my friend. I may have even written him a note, or bought him a goofy card. Anniversaries are very important to me.
All my life I have seen countless relationships come and go. I have gotten close to people and lost them. So when someone in my life becomes someone significant I celebrate the little things, such as the day we met.
Today is no longer a celebration of the day we met eight years ago. Today is now just another reminder of the friendship that I lost. But honestly, had I not checked my Timehop today, this day would have passed just like any other. That is where I am in the healing process from the loss of that friendship. It has been a long, hard year of recovery.
A few days ago I considered reaching out to another friend, a person that was also a lost the friendship of my friend at about the same time that I did. I wanted to ask him how he was doing, if he missed our friend, anything I could just to talk about our friend. But I never did reach out. I realized that I no longer missed my friend. I miss the quality of friendship that we shared. I miss laughing with him, talking with him. I miss him being a part of my life. But I have reached a point where I no longer miss him. It has been almost a year since that friendship ended. In that year I have changed, as I am sure that he has also. I am not the same person that I was a year ago. I am sure that he is not the same person he was a year ago. I no longer know him. How can you miss someone that you do not know. I miss the friend that I used to know, but you can turn back time, and you can’t go back to being who you used to be.
So today is no longer a day of celebration for me. Today is merely another day on the calendar. Today is no longer an anniversary. Today is back to being just June 25th. I was blessed to call him my friend for seven years, but all things eventually reach their end.
There is a last time for everything . . .
Until next time . . .