What dreams may come...
As if the days
and hours
and minutes
Leading up to any mortal's celebration of half a century on this green orb
Aren't spent enough in quiet contemplation
Of the paths taken
And avoided
And what might have been
And what is
The Universe chose to deliver a particularly pointed reminder to me
Just a single rotation of the orb's daily ritual before that day
When she took the first member of my college posse
A beautiful young lady, Tracy Sproul
For eternity
Boss was a friend in high school,
and during four years of living together in college,
became my best friend
Tracy was my best friend's girl.
She immediately and seamlessly melded with the rest of our crew; Chewy, Kaz,
Pete, Pat, Dan.
And with my girlfriend, now my wife, became best of friends also.
So much so that it was impossible
For outsiders to tell
who knew who in the posse first.
I hadn't seen her in two decades,
since my college sophomore was still in diapers
So when the call came that she was Gone, it was hard to believe.
She's frozen now in time, in my mind, in 1981.
When none of us had wrinkles
Or paunches
And nothing sagged
And we all had all our hair, and it was brown and yellow and black and red
And our only care was when we would see each other next
I'm happy with the paths I've taken.
I've lived the best I knew how at the time.
My regrets are few.
So today is not an end for me,
but a beginning
Another day
Another gift
To follow the paths I'm on
Or to explore new ones
Losing Tracy is just a harsh reminder
That because I have another day
Some of my dreams
Are still able to come true.
.. ..
Good-bye, Tracy, and thank you for everything....
and hours
and minutes
Leading up to any mortal's celebration of half a century on this green orb
Aren't spent enough in quiet contemplation
Of the paths taken
And avoided
And what might have been
And what is
The Universe chose to deliver a particularly pointed reminder to me
Just a single rotation of the orb's daily ritual before that day
When she took the first member of my college posse
A beautiful young lady, Tracy Sproul
For eternity
Boss was a friend in high school,
and during four years of living together in college,
became my best friend
Tracy was my best friend's girl.
She immediately and seamlessly melded with the rest of our crew; Chewy, Kaz,
Pete, Pat, Dan.
And with my girlfriend, now my wife, became best of friends also.
So much so that it was impossible
For outsiders to tell
who knew who in the posse first.
I hadn't seen her in two decades,
since my college sophomore was still in diapers
So when the call came that she was Gone, it was hard to believe.
She's frozen now in time, in my mind, in 1981.
When none of us had wrinkles
Or paunches
And nothing sagged
And we all had all our hair, and it was brown and yellow and black and red
And our only care was when we would see each other next
I'm happy with the paths I've taken.
I've lived the best I knew how at the time.
My regrets are few.
So today is not an end for me,
but a beginning
Another day
Another gift
To follow the paths I'm on
Or to explore new ones
Losing Tracy is just a harsh reminder
That because I have another day
Some of my dreams
Are still able to come true.
.. ..
Good-bye, Tracy, and thank you for everything....