Saturday, May 12, 2007
Ships in the night
I talked with my sponsor B. yesterday and found out that he won't be arriving back into town until sometime later on Sunday. I leave to catch the ship in Tampa early on Monday so it looks as if we'll not get to meet face to face before I leave.
I'm glad that he's coming home as it's been a long 3 week trip to see people, places and things. B. is tired of being on the road now and just wants to get back to the usual routine. In his own words to me: " ...placed silk sweet peas on my Mom's spot in a mausoleum, which was nearby to my Godmother's site (a very special person in my younger years)...... It was a very tearful, joyful, sad, mixed emotion time for me, as I realize that I may never pass that way again. This prompted me to take one final look at my Dad's last home (property is sold of course) - and at the plantation where I grew up..... In spite of it having changed...... it was still the basic place, and once again, the memories washed over me. I felt the old times and just drank in the beauty of it all......". It's been a trip of memories from the past and a reunion with family members.
B. isn't sure that there will be another trip due to some health problems. I think that the HP isn't done with B. yet though and that there will be many more years ahead on which to build more memories and to reach out a hand to those of us who need his words of encouragement and support. I am privileged to have B. as my sponsor.
So even though we'll not be able to meet face to face for several weeks, I think that the foundation that B. has helped me to build in my program will carry me through. And my friends, all that you have shared in your writings about your E, S, and H will also be with me. Those are things that distance can't take away. We won't ever just be ships in the night that pass and then move on.
"Ships that pass in the night, and speak each other in passing, only a signal shown, and a distant voice in the darkness; So on the ocean of life, we pass and speak one another, only a look and a voice, then darkness again and a silence. "
Henry Wadsworth Longfellow