Below is something I wrote after a round of golf with some friends. It was a most enjoyable day in many ways.
Just some thoughts:
“Connor spoke of the provocative beauty of an East Carolina cheerleader
who would be fifty-five years old today. But for Greg and me, that pretty
girl will be twenty-one and glowing with radiant youth until the day we die.”
Pat Conroy - My Losing Season
When she walked away the man who she had been talking with smiled and then acknowledged to us that the two of them had gone to high school together. Then with some degree of melancholy he said, “Every time I see her I still see her as I did in 1960. She was the prettiest cheerleader I think I ever saw. Still to this day when I see or think of her, it is how she looked back then. Yes we dated during those years.”
I smiled and affirmed his feelings. I think we all understood what he had said and maybe even a bit of what he left unsaid. I got the feeling there was more behind the smiles as she touched him on his shoulder as she walked away.
You know there are some people who are or were once a part of our lives that we never forget and regardless of time, they will always appear in our minds as they first did. As Conroy said,
================================================================================================August 19, 2014