I had a dream this morning about a couple of friends, Steve and Kerri, that I haven’t talked to in a couple of years. It was a simple dream, with them visiting our house and chatting about whatever, just like we always did when they lived here.
Steve was my supervisor at Roadway in 1993. He went out of his way one weekend to sit and talk to me as we both worked way too hard on a doomed project. We quickly developed into deep and close friends. The four of us (including Kerri and my ex, Paula) spent a lot of time together in the next couple years.
Then, I got divorced and Teresa and I started seeing each other. (Steve taught me to paint house interiors – and counseled me -while I hung out at his place and dealt with the changes.) Steve and Kerri started their family, two sons, Ian and Sean. Homes were purchased, jobs were shuffled, other changes occurred.
S & K were among the small set of my friends where the relationship weathered – and was strengthened – through those transitions. T and I spent a lot of time with them (including, I must add, eating a large amount of Kerri’s fabulous homemade gnocchi).
Soon, they had the opportunity to follow their dream and move to Fort Myers, Florida. We kept in touch and managed to see each other occasionally. Then, we didn’t work as hard at it the last couple years.
I miss them. And I want them – and you – to know how important they are to me, and how much they changed and improved my life and my self.
I sent Steve an e-mail this morning. I can’t wait to hear back.
(Update: The e-mail bounced! Now I have to track him down. But it’ll be worth it.)
(Update 2: Hmmm. He no longer seems to be at the same company. It has been a long time!)
(Update 3: Talked to Kerri at home. Yippee! It’s been a LONG time… so much to catch up on.)
