My best friend from high school, who I hadn’t seen for 20+ years, popped in for my book signing in Sioux Falls last Saturday. I knew she was coming, as a mutual friend who had no idea we knew each other (yes, South Dakota IS a small state) set it up in a round about way.
I looked at her, this woman who knew so much of my history, and I of hers, a girl/woman who was so important in my life for so many years…well…when we really saw each other, we both sort of burst into tears. Once we composed ourselves, we talked a mile a minute, like we used to. Laughed like we used to. And although we have different lives that have taken us in surprising paths (however, she reminded me that I wrote two solid pages in her senior yearbook, so she always knew I was “wordy”) we’ve grown up, gotten older, sprouted a few gray hairs and the start of wrinkles, when I was with her, it didn’t feel like 20 years had passed. Nothing had changed, even when everything had changed.
I’ve been mulling this over in the past few days, how thankful I am for another chance to rekindle that friendship. I’ve made friends over the years. I count people I’ve met online among some of the best friends I’ve ever had. Sure, I’ve lost track of people in my life, some intentionally, some not, some I rarely go beyond the fleeting “I wonder what ever happened to?” thought. Especially since I’ve never bothered to go to a high school reunion even though I still live in my hometown. And since my grandparents and members of my husband’s family have died, we’ve somehow severed even more connections, to people and places. Sad, but some times there is no choice.
Thanks to Facebook people are re-establishing those ties. I’m a late-comer to Facebook, I just joined in the last month. I dragged my feet for a long time, even after everyone and their dog told me how necessary it is for promotion. That part? I get. But I have little desire to connect with people from my past. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not because I don’t care, but because I *do* care. Because I am one of those people who feels the need to respond to every person single who contacts me. Right away. God forbid anyone ever thought I’d gotten snooty over the years. I swore that I’d curtail my online hours in 2010. I’d focus on spending more time with flesh and blood friends and family I’ve neglected.
Yeah, I hear you asking how that’s going. Not like I’d hoped.
During my travels in the last few weeks, I’ve realized I’m not ready to own a crackberry, I have no self-discipline and I’d never get any work done if I had access to email/the internet all day long. However, I’m now part of the twitter community. Facebook is addicting. I can see how cool it is to have people ask and care about what you’ve been up to since the last time they saw you — be it 20 years ago or 20 hours ago.
I’ve also stuck a toe in the tweet world. I had fan pages set up for Lorelei James and Lori Armstrong (which still is too bizarre to comprehend). I’ve accepted every friend request, because again, I don’t want to be impolite. But nothing beats meeting face to face. My BFF and I exchanged phone numbers and email and we’ll stay in touch online, but I cannot wait to sit down with her, over a beer, and pick up where we left off.
What’s the best reconnection you’ve had with a person from your past either via Facebook or by chance?
**Slight self-promotion** I”m going to be signing books in Tucson, AZ tonight at Clues Unlimited (and I’ll be seeing my good buddy J. Carson Black!) at 7:00 and Thursday night in Phoenix, AZ at the Poisoned Pen at 7:00. If you’re in the vicinity, come on out, I’d love to meet you!