I made several attempts to try to get away this weekend, but nothing seemed to pan out... So I stayed home, alone, and tried not to be too depressed about it. There is something about a holiday that just makes you wish you were with family and close friends, neither of which I have here. Don't get me wrong, I have plenty of people to call "friends" here, but I miss the good old day friends- The kind when we would go camping on the bluffs at Fairhaven, or take a day trip- to Stoney Brook at hike the river, followed by swimming and a picnic; or take a week and vacation in the Adirondacks and do things we would never do in front of anyone but family and dear friends, and feel surprised we even lived to remember it...; or go to a Yankees game and walk around for hours to find a plce to eat, watching fireworks at high falls and everyone getting pissy at each other; going to VA Beach and watching my brother-in-law join the lobster family (need I say more?)
There are soooo many memories made over those years, and most take place over the holidays, vacations, and summer time. I now realize how much I took these experiences and these people for granted. I wonder if I will ever experience such wonderful friendships and adventures again. So, to my family and my dearest friends, I miss you today. I think of you often, but I truly miss the times we have shared together. I can't even find people to take a day and go to a lake here... So, I sit, typing; remembering the good old times...
If we were all together again, maybe we would be hiking waterfalls in Grimes Glenn and I would almost push megan to her death again and fall down the side of a cliff getting stung by hornets...
Or maybe we would be having a family picnic at Letchworth at the Trailside Lodge. Babies would be crawling around, women preparing food, the men (and me) playing football, and all of us just happy to be together...
Or we may be camping- with the Evans family, at Sampson State Park, riding our bikes through deserted paved military paths, swimming, riding on the boat, making s'mores over the campfire, and singing age old familiar songs by firelight and guitar...
Maybe I would be off with Alanna in the Dominican Republic again, exploring the bluffs to sunbathe, snorkeling, eating strange food, meeting people from all around the world, and learning life lessons of true friendship...
Maybe we would all go to a drive-in movie tonight and see a 2-for-1 deal. We would jam into our parents vans, take out the seats and sit them on the ground, and Steve would take out his sound system from his trunk...
Maybe this week we would be camping in the Adirondacks. Jen and I would be riding double on the wind-surf board being puled by the boat, trying to get up, and end up with massive bruises. They would later be numbed by the evening activities, and Joy would fall in the campfire. Steve would catch everything on film to blackmail us if we ever ran for political office... Holly and Ty would be caught in awkward positions, Kinyon would take 2 hours to jump from the cliff; And we would ALL wear funny hats and leave with enough memories to tell a lifetime of stories...
Or, maybe I would just be hanging out at the house with my mom and nephews, discovering how little boys make cookies, with water guns as measuring devices...
I love you all so much and miss you!
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