David and I ended up having a long, meaningful conversation. When I think about those relatively carefree days of my youth, I often think about my mistakes, those embarrassing moments of youth, the things that did not work out, my own weaknesses. However, in our conversation, I was reminded of the good times, the good friends and relationships I had, even with those who were not terribly close to me, friends of my brothers like him. And I was reminded that renewed friendships can be powerful and meaningful. I had been reminded over the last couple of years, as I'd talked to other old friends, but I am grateful for yet another reminder of the importance of connection and reconnection.
This is not unlike my the old music I've been listening to lately. I didn't really actively listen to music until my teen years, so the music of my childhood in the 70s is mostly buried, only to come up once in a great while. But when it does come up, so many feelings come along with it, feelings sometimes surprisingly complicated, but all part of me, part of what I have become.
I am grateful for the reminder of a rich personal history. I don't live in the past, but visiting once in a while can be enriching. That it can be enriching, I had almost forgotten in my busy life. It's good to slow down and remember.