Our Common Language (OGW, 051)
As I was writing out my Christmas cards this year, I was saddened by some of the people that are no longer with us. Flipping through the pages I see the address of an old friend from high school who died this year. Her name has been in my address book for years, but she passed away without our ever being able to reconnect. The names and addresses of beloved family members that I hold close to my heart, including special aunts and uncles, as well as long ago neighbors, bring back sacred memories as I turn each page. While I keep current the addresses of several people on my phone today, our address book reads like a history book. It speaks of moves, deaths and friends that have somehow slipped away. Why is it that we stay close with some people, but others have disappeared from our lives? Is it simply a matter of losing touch, or do we grow apart as we grow up, and our life—and interests—change? This makes me think of a situation recently where I was talk