BILL CHERRY'S GREATEST DALLAS PARK CITIES REAL ESTATE BLOG: THE MEMORY OF FRIENDS PAST & THE LESSONS LEARNED, NOW SHARED

My friend, Maureen Boyer Leedy, wrote me a note the other day.  I thought it was rather profound, so I asked her if she'd mind if I shared it with you. 

"Bill, I'm not sure who said it, but to paraphrase an intelligent man somewhere in time,'People come into our lives for a season, a reason or a lifetime. Once you know which it is, you'll know exactly what to do.'

I think the opposite sex strongly influences who we become from the day we are born.  We know the special ones by the way we pause and reflect a second or two when we hear a song or a familiar name or recall a favorite day.

And we are slow to release the ones that have made a difference. 

I fell in love with the way men think, talk, laugh and smell from the time I could walk.

I followed my father around as a small child observing the way he lit his pipe, talked with neighbors, drove his big DeSoto, treated everyone as a friend.  And I learned.

My favorite teachers were men. They encouraged my writing and artistic talents and laughed with me when I was developing my sense of dry humor.  I learned more.

I can't ride on a motorcyle..ever... without my favorite memory.  The memory of  being five years old and riding on the back of an Harley or Indian because a boy's father across the street simply asked if I'd like a ride, and it changed my life forever.

I am still learning.

I met the love of my life and married him because I loved motorcycles. He had three Harleys, now two, and that's because he gave me the third one, a beautiful copper Sportster, to match my hair.

I try to not just reflect on them and the times,  but to also stay in touch with the ones from my past who are thinking, breathing, living --growing up still. 

Like the little boys I shared a childhood with, the teenagers, now men with families of their own,  the first kiss, the high school crush, the summer romance, the best buddy in college, the favorite boss, and yes, even my ex-husband! 

No one that touches our life deeply is ever just passing through. We carry them with us like pebbles in our pocket.

They are blessings because each time we think of them, a smile appears. And like a time traveler ourselves, we return to the past, to those and to those memories we thought at the time we had to leave behind forever.

But, like those pebbles in our pocket, smooth stones worn with time...they are a comfort to touch.

A blessing to have found."

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