My People

This is a post I should have made on July 6th from the airplane on my way home from Chicago.  I am a bit late in posting, but it is no less heart felt.

I knew the friends I was about to see, who I hadn’t seen in 20+ years, were the best friends a person could have. We all went to grade school together. They (mostly) got to go to high school together and I moved away before freshman year. The love I feel for them is endless.  We have a special bond that I have never felt with any other group of friends.  I know how much they mean to me…and I was a bit nervous if they felt the same about me since I had left before those formative high school years.  We weren’t able to be “The Breakfast Club” together… you know? 

What I didn’t know, but did quickly learn, is that I mean the same to them.  They never forgot about me. After all these years — they never forgot about little ol’ me. 

They love me the same as they did when we were in 8th grade.  Over the course of the night of our mini reunion I was reminded of how much I was loved and missed.  I felt so comfortable, so at home, so complete. I am loved in a way I didn’t know I was missing. It is amazing what you don’t know what is missing until it is given to you.  I cried a lot this weekend. Happy tears when I saw them all,  then sad tears when I left.  I miss these kids — My People.  

You know what?  20 years later they are still the same!!!  Sure, we got older, (I am not saying “grew up” because most of us are the same height we were back then) and there is more of us to love, but we are all the same deep down in our core.  There is something about being in a room with your closest childhood friends and immediately being comfortable no matter how much time as passed.  There are no secrets, no facades, no ‘getting to know you’ awkwardness. We simply are who we are and though many moons had passed since our last visit, we still truly know one another

My People — Are Amazing.


If you haven’t made contact with people you think of often, I suggest you do so soon.  Sure, it may have been 20 years since you last spoke, but as I learned… If you’re thinking about them, chances are, they’re thinking about you.

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