Yesterday, while I was at the Apple Store at the mall, getting help with unfreezing my i-Pod, I saw the entrance to Macy's Department Store, and all the sweet memories came flooding in. I notice that I now call them sweet memories.
Lately I've been in a strangely suspended state of being. Leaving something, heading for something new. I told a friend about this, and added that it would be easier if I were younger. Change is hard at any age. Remember; we don't fear change, we fear loss. Then there's that saying about the more things change the more they stay the same. You've always loved paradoxes; tolerate the ambiguity.
This I know for sure, Dear; the gift of love we shared never changes.