The Lost Black Sandal
Many, many, many, BUT many years ago…so many that I don't even want to think about just how many, I lost one sandal, and it's incredible that I still remember it like it was yesterday. The traumatic loss of my beautiful black patent sandal and its mate that was left lonely and unworn, and incomplete without its “partner in crime” apparently will live forever in my broken little heart.
So it is in life, that I have lost close friends and even siblings. I'm referring to a loss that happens not from physical death, but a death in the friendship. Friendships that I've had with other people or even with my siblings have allowed me to get through some of my toughest moments, or enjoy some of my greatest times. Having someone to share these ups and downs, someone who is NOT your spouse or partner, is so special and although we want friendships to last forever, LIKE a husband or a boyfriend... it doesn't always last forever. I've had fall outs with friends for various reasons: sometimes a miscommunication, sometimes a judgment we have, sometimes I DON'T EVEN KNOW WHY, we just grow apart, have different interest (or one of us gets a new boy/girlfriend!).
Thinking of some of the losses I've had throughout my life (even as a little girl) I still can feel the pain of the moment of loss, or how I miss them. (How anybody could make a conscious decision to not be my friend is absolutely mind boggling, because after all…helloooooo, it is moi that we are talking about here!!!)
However, by putting things into perspective I realize that I probably have done this to some people myself.
It's not like this has happened a lot to me, but it makes such a mark on my life when it does. Losing a friendship makes me feel like suddenly being caught in the midst of a desert sandstorm…you know what I mean??? All seems fine and beautiful and suddenly you're caught in a torrential blast of heat and sand attacking you…sand in your eyelashes, and nostrils and you can taste the grit of it in your mouth.
In life I have been fortunate to have many beautiful black sandals, as well as having many beautiful good friends, but there is something about the lost ones, that stays in your heart as a loss.
As I still miss my favorite black patent sandal, so I will always miss the friends that I have lost along my journey in life.
May we continue building and nurturing our friendships.
Do any of you have any lost friendship or lost shoe stories you would like to share?