Preserve Your Memories, They're All That's Left You

I have entered that age when days turn into months turn into years, and suddenly the person you meant to call or visit is 5 years older and you wonder where the time went. You know where it went--into meaningless hours at work or watching TV or writing email. Or maybe it went into meaningful things, like visits with family and great adventures and new challenges and new friends. We all discover at some point that we cannot and will not do all the things we want to do or talk about doing.

Such was a conversation I had a few years back with my oldest, best friend from high school, Pat Walters. She had moved to Alabama, then Georgia. I had moved all over the Chicagoland area. Somehow we found each other again, and exchanged several letters and one phone call. She still had her joyful country twang and told me all about her new life and her daughter. I remember being so excited and nervous talking to her after all the years, that I think I didn't express sufficient happiness for her life, especially her daughter. It all registered later, after I had time to digest what had just happened. We ended the call with promises to speak again, for me to take a road trip to Alabama to see her and her parents. It all sounded so good, so possible. It sounded as promising as every dream we ever expressed to each other when we were 16 and our whole lives stood ahead of us.

Of course, you know what happened--years slipped by, as they are wont to do, when left unattended. We didn't write or call or stay in touch. And then Facebook came along and I found her again. Her profile picture showed her much as I remembered her, but her daughter was older, quickly leaving toddlerhood. I sent her a "friend request", which seemed an odd thing to have to do, but did it nonetheless. And then I waited. And waited. She didn't accept it and didn't respond. I began to wonder if I had somehow offended her in our phone call. Did I say or do something wrong? I waited several months, and finally withdrew the request. I felt sad, hurt, maybe even a little angry at the apparent rejection. And then one day, I decided to look on FB again and couldn't find her listed. I assumed she was never very active, and had cancelled her account, as some will do.

Months passed. My life went into a huge upheaval that claimed all of my waking hours attention for months. When things finally settled down, I started looking for her again, with no luck. And then finally, recently, I stumbled upon a blog post that had her married name in it: Pat Walters McCuiston. And there it was--the words I couldn't even imagine being associated with her name. She had died. She had been diagnosed with stage 4 lung cancer and died 5 weeks after her diagnosis. The following picture was attached to the post:

I cannot express adequately in words how deeply I grieve the loss of my friend. She was the epitome of hope and joy and she housed so many of my hopes and dreams for so many special years. To imagine that we will never sit on a porch somewhere on a warm Alabama summer day and reminisce about our youth is inconceivable to me. It was always going to be that way. We were always going to be there for each other even if we didn't talk for years. And yet, in the end, I feel I failed her. I was not there for her and I cannot undo that. How do you say good-bye to someone who is already gone? What do you do with all the memories shared, the secrets never told, the private moments known only by two?

"Time it was and what a time it was. It was a time of innocence, a time of confidences. Long ago it must be, I have a photograph. Preserve your memories. They're all that's left you."

Old Friends

I spent the past weekend with 4 of the 5 women I very fondly know as The Joyner Girls. We know each other by this name and we are proud of it. We all met over 30 years ago at Joyner Dorm at UNC-Chapel Hill. We were fond buddies then, we are steadfast, lifetime friends now. As one of them said last year, "Ya'll are part of my retirement plan!" The meaning being, we will be there for each other--always.

I went to be with them because we had a chance to all be together, but I also went there because I needed a reminder that I am loved and valued by others. And they did that. They always do. I had started to doubt recently that I was of much value to the person I had allowed to be close to me, after she had started to take me for granted. It is a sad thing to open your heart to someone else, only to find that you are nothing so special to that person after all.

So it was off to North Carolina for some cold beer and some healing. It amazes me still that we Joyner girls can see each other only a few times a year and pick up conversations as if we had just gotten interrupted a moment before. That is the mark of true friends.

Once Again

Here we go again. The Democrats roll over, the President rolls over and the nasty, greedy Republicans win. The Tea Party wins, which is the most nauseating thing of all. I know this happens because generally Democrats are nicer, kinder people. But they're also PUSSIES!!! They've never met an issue they couldn't feel ambivalent about, when it comes to standing up for it. They don't know how to fight! They don't know how to stand by their principles when it really matters.

I know every progressive is feeling sick tonight, but I think this might be a deal breaker for me. I think I might have to consider voting for someone else in the next Presidential election. I can't support Obama right now and I can't proudly say I am a Democrat. I am ashamed of them.

I wish I'd voted for Hillary.

It's been a while

Been a while since I wrote. The last time I wrote it was about the Tea Party. I didn't know then (no one did) that they would turn into a gang of thugs that would hold the American economy hostage. Today we are on the brink of losing our credit rating and defaulting on our obligations. All because a group of uninformed idealogues wants to shrink government--noble idea, bad timing and bad execution. I am sitting here watching the markets slide, knowing that my life savings may go up in smoke all because idiots like Joe Walsh and Michele Bachman and their ilk want to impose their ideas for America on the vast majority of Americans who don't want their ideas. I don't think it's too much of a stretch to suggest that if people start losing their savings, jobs, homes, etc because of these people, that they will have targets on their backs--and I'm not speaking metaphorically. There could be real anger in the streets on this one.

But I also come back to the fact that no one ever did this to any other president. The debt ceiling has always been passed. Why is it happening to this President? Because the desire to defeat him is so acidic, so venomous that it overrules logic and clear thinking. Very sad and very scary.

The Unspoken Tea Party Cause

What are those people so mad about? So scared about? Socialism? Communism? Government takeover of health care? I don't think so.

Its easy to take the liberal angle and see this as a racist agenda--lots of white people coming out of the woodwork to protest the black President. I think its slightly more subtle than that. I think what this is about is the last hurrah for the white man. I think white people (and I'm talking about those people who identify by race as a crucial part of their identity) have slowly come to the realization that they are about to become a minority group in this country. The election of a black man and the elevation of a "wise latina" to the Supreme Court are bitter reminders to whitey that his world is changing, that he is no longer in charge.

Is it any wonder that the party of the white man and big business has courted this hateful fringe? Big business is one of the last bastions of white power, especially for white men. So it makes sense that many of the so-called Tea Partiers are middle to upper income. They are not all dumb hicks. Many are well off whites who have theirs and are fearful of losing it. But they are especially fearful of losing it to people of color. Tea Partiers talk at rallies about propping up big business because they think it will be the salvation of white people. They may talk a good anti-government line, but really--does anyone really believe that anti-big government people were silent when we invaded a sovereign nation and killed 100,000+ people without just cause and have found their voices only when we're threatened with something like (gasp) health insurance coverage for almost everyone? Please!

There will be a day, long after we are all dead and gone, when most people are of mixed race, and it will be a novelty for someone to be only one race, kind of like the rare kid nowadays who comes from a two parent family. Maybe then we'll worry about things that really matter and bigots will be a thing of the past. Too bad we won't be here to see it.

This Is What Is Wrong With Our Country

Joe Wilson (R-SC) demonstrated what is at the core of our nation's ills--a loss of civility. He called the President a liar in the middle of arguably the most important speech for the nation in recent times. It demonstrates a number of things to me: 1)Republicans are falling back on the old strategy of lying repeatedly until people believe the lie is the truth. 2)They are mean spirited, 3) They have no interest in bipartisanship, 4) They cannot stomach President Obama's victory because they cannot help but associate it with their defeat.

I don't recall any Democrat heckling Bush when he DID lie to Congress repeatedly. They sat quietly, respectfully, even though they vehemently disgreed with the President. Perhaps liberals are just nicer--some would argue, to a fault.

Why ARE Republicans so mean and nasty?

Why I'm Quitting Facebook

Okay, I'll admit it--it was fun at the beginning to see what friends and family were doing and exchanging little one liners and cute comments with people. It was fun to play the word games with our neighbors and see how close I could come to competing with their knowledge base (the short answer is: not very). And it was great seeing pictures that people had posted of themselves and their lives.

Then came the quizzes that were--again--initially interesting and almost enlightening. What 5 dead people would you like to meet, what place would you like to visit, live, etc. Gradually they have deteriorated into ridiculous wastes of time--what Harry Potter character are you? What car would you be? How Southern or Northern are you? Do you really need a quiz written by a 20 something year old who's making more money than you to tell you what you already know?? If you've lived in the South, you're Southern. If you don't like that, move or get over it!!

But these quizzes and "favorite fives" are not the reason I'm leaving. The real reason is that I find myself increasingly wanting to hide certain people's posts. I'm beginning to realize that I don't really want to know how some people feel or how they act or what they love or believe. I don't want to know that a number of my relatives are hell bent on making sure that my partner and I are denied the same rights they have. I want to see them once a year, smile, say "hi, how are you?" and they ask me the same and we share a meal and leave it at that. It is true, we do not choose our relatives, but we can choose how much or how well we know them.

The truth is, as I grow older, I seek the comfort of familiarity in relationships. I don't want them to be hard work and I don't want them to stir me on a visceral level. I don't want to dislike people I have always loved, but I have also loved them, in part, because I only knew a small part of them. Facebook has changed all of that. Now I know too much. And it can't be undone.

But maybe, if I leave this massive time waster I can eventually return to a state of blissful ignorance about some relatives. After all, will my life be any poorer because I don't know if one of them would be a Lexus or a Chevy Blazer?