vr_trakowski | Lost Byzantium

I dreamed last night about a friend, someone who drifted away a few years ago. In my dreams, he'd come back, and we were trying to pick up the friendship where we'd left off.

Words
Burning before me

It was always an odd one, in part because of distance and in part because of cultural differences. We had some grand old times chatting, though, demonstrating IDIC and trading jokes.

Laughter weaving through dim restriction

We told each other stories, after a fashion, and he even came to visit for a while. But then he stopped writing, growing silent. I don't know why. I probably said something, did something wrong; in the end I don't really understand human relationships, and I likely screwed something up without even realizing it. But no reason was ever given me.

rain-washed glass
A blur of aspects

I did warn him; sooner or later, these things happen, and it's not always anyone's fault. People change and move on. I can feel a little hurt, perhaps, but not too much.

But I can't help wondering what happened. And apparently the spot's still a little tender, since the dream still nags at me now.

In lighter news, I made my elderly dignified cat do the scratch-at-air thing that one usually only manages when rubbing a doggie belly. Always amusing!

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Someone told me once that everyone and everything is in our lives on a temporary basis. Sometimes the temporary is 5 minutes, sometimes it is 50 years. I've had so many friendships ebb and flow and some I never understood where the distance came in; but remembering the temporary rule, even though I was sad to let them go, that was tempered by the joy of having the time I did. It doesn't make the pain go away, but sometimes it helps.

My cat Argyle was old and very dignified and had a place just at the base of his tail if I scratched would cause him to furiously lick the air. I did it often. Heh.

That's a good way to think of it! Life itself is temporary, after all. Thanks!

Oh yes, the tail-root spot--a winner on both cats and dogs. Argyle is a terrific kitty name!

I'm not surprised it's still a little tender. Not knowing why people drift away is always hard. It's even harder when you see them and are reminded of what once was. You may have done nothing, he may have just wandered off, it happens.

I've never made a cat scratch the air like a dog! That's funny!

Yeah. It's life, that's all. I just wonder why it still bothers me sometimes.

It's a rare event, but well worth the effort! Cats look so silly that way.

Ming is totally right. That was a lesson that was hard for me to learn, not all friends are "inner circle" and very few stay around for very long. It's amazing how a near death experience can bring into sharp focus who and what are really important in your life. Loosing a friend is horrible. I have been blessed and had to walk away from one of my closest friends only to have her brought back into my life 2 years later. That was a harrowing experience I never want to have again.

Sounds like quite an experience! I have spent way too much of my life thinking about defunct relationships, it seems.

Another kick ass chapter. Now to see how to catch the killer. I have a feeling that Hannah will lead them a merry chase before it's all done. I think that she will find out that she has greatly underestimated Sara and the rest of the CSI's. The tender moments that Sara shared with Grissom after his release were tender and touched my heart. I love thursdays and look forward to your chapter updates.
On another subject, you made me smile with your note about your cat. We,my son and I, lost one of our beloved cats this past Sunday. He was an old fellow, almost 17, and he died in his sleep but I miss him. His name was Talon and when my son brought him home he could fit into the palms of my two hands. He would lay on my son's stomach and nurse on his shirt if he wasn't paying attention. When I found him in our basement I brought him upstairs so that we could bury him ay my dad's house. All the other cats seemed to pay their respects to him before we took him out. That night my lap was full of cats everytime I sat down. I think they were trying to comfort me. I'm happy that he had a full and happy life.
take care, anne

My deep sympathies on your loss! That is always very hard indeed. I still miss my Moosie, and it's been eleven years.

Glad you liked the chapter! Hannah is no slouch, so this should get pretty interesting...

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