The pictures that came in the email were about fifty years old. It came via an email. I recognized four of the six people . . Randy, Jack, Allen and Kathleen . . but the other two were a mystery. Eventually, Doreen was identified.
During the ensuing email conversation, I realized that this was a part of the life of my friends that I wasn’t a part of. It made me think about how I have always been running after the next thing to do. At the time that this picture was taken I was already on to something else.
I cherish the fact that they still consider me to be the friend that I couldn’t be.
I met with Susan Berger, my acting teacher and friend, two years ago after having not seen her for fifty years. I realized that one day she just dropped out of my life, and I didn’t notice her absence for 25 years. I tried to find her . . with no luck until a couple of years ago.
Perhaps if I had been more attentive and a better friend, I wouldn’t have lost touch, for so many years, with those who were so kind and generous with their friendship.