To The Memory Of John

Sometimes I feel emotions so strong that if I try to describe how I feel the words only get in the way like clumsy shoes that are many sizes to big, but I still try.

When I heard from his fiancé that a dear old friend from my youth had taken his own life…..it simply hit me up along side the head! I just didn’t see this giant wave of emotion coming. After all I hadn’t even talked with this friend in almost 27 years yet when I heard he had picked up a loaded gun and aimed it to his heart and pulled the trigger this heartbreaking news opened up some doors in my past that I had not expected to walk through ever again.

Oh the sweet memory that was the 60’s. Sgt. Pepper was loud, rock concerts were our reverent gatherings, pot was clean and pure, wine was cheap, and like young children free from guilt or sin we explored the sexual revolution with a reckless abandonment that will never be duplicated ever again. We were young and innocent and to us the peace and love revolution was our own unique creation.

As I remembered those far away times I searched through my photos for pictures of my friend. But there were non….somewhere along the trail of years they were mistakenly discarded.

Then it dawned on me that I had saved a very special item that had belonged to my friend. Through the years, as I moved from place to place and as my life turned it’s many corners, I had carried with me a hand-made quilt that my dear friend’s grandmother had made. Now is the time to return it.

I look forward to meeting with his fiancé and handing over this lost treasure.
Maybe doors opened into my past because of this tragic event will in turn open doors in the present and help create a new friendship


I hope so.




The quilt John's Grandma made...