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HONORING MY MOTHER | GREY HAIRS AND GREYER MORNINGS

Old friends always remind me of the feel of sober and misty mornings. There’s a certain peace that is promised in that time of day when you can just let your guard down without any worry and everything all but centers around a soothing cup of coffee. Old friends are those whom you know well enough to finally relax that tucked tummy and let it plop loosely without a worry. As an old meme goes, “understanding is much deeper than knowledge. There are many people who know you, but there are only very few who understands you.”

This is the reason why meeting once again those few people who have witnessed whatever foolishness you were able to conjure in the distant past but still ready to take what the cat brought in via your present self is like being baptized all over again.

In many cases, whatever disagreements you guys may have had in the earlier days together, now just slides harmlessly away like sweat from your dri-fit. It is likewise here when the saying ‘time heals all wounds’ is not even accurate enough. For time doesn’t just heals them, because whatever crazy things you may have spat out before, can now be laughed at as things of the past over bottles of brew.

Meanwhile, also remembering those who have gone before still brings in a fit of pinching sadness even in the midst of whatever reunion revelry that’s going on. One thinks, if only they were here, blah and blah but after being jolted out of that impossibility, one realizes that, the painted image of misty grey mornings and grey-haired friends in your mind are at last complete because they’re still in our memories.

While it is true each phase in one’s life always brings in new friends who might appear as though they may have taken the seat of the old ones, it is the latter who, already having defied being at a distance or having little or no communication, still hold a special place somehow. These are the types of friendships that refuse to be cowed into falling into the complete-stranger abyss. Despite being apart for so long, any gap is easily breached, and each could carry on as though nothing had separated them in the first place.

May everyone experience these magical grey moments with their grey-haired counterparts in the future.

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