There’s hope. Look at all these people. The girls from childhood who know my old nickname. The friends I got in trouble with. We discovered boys, got grounded, shared first apartments. The kids from the bowling alley and the trestle, we experienced the horrors of high school together. The one’s who I now silently cheer for with each new grandchild because there’s nothing better in the world.
The friends I made in my 20’s when life hinted at future promises and kept some losses hidden away for later. A collection of work colleagues as adult life crystallized and morphed into married life, reminders of youthful ambitions and giving me a clear view of what was once so muddied.
Those precious parents of children’s friends who carried burdens and joy with us as we watched our babies grow. We rode together a short time but there is still love when we lock eyes at the grocery store.
Neighbors who became friends. The ones we share our recipes and barbecues with. We wear pajamas in our yards and help each other unquestioningly. Friends we keep up with and some we don’t. We play 45’s, vacation, we laugh and we cry with them.
My love, my parents, sisters and brothers, relatives who know each and every version of us, who know and keep our secrets and our hearts safe. Our grown children and their entourage, spouses, friends, new family. Some so very cool that we might travel halfway around the world together looking for bones from the past.
The silent ride or dies that support us in the wings cheering and grieving in solidarity. I know you’re there. I’m here for you too. We are all here and watching with hope on Facebook.
MyDeHart 
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