Some times life happens when we are present and it makes an impact but its memory leaves us.
With my son attending his freshman year at IU, I’ve thought a lot more about my own college experience. I have asked my mother about my choices, my actions, my decisions. Some things that happened in college are very vivid in my mind. But there are other things, like, did I call home when I stayed on campus or did mom and dad just wonder where I might be that night? I really don’t remember. I couldn’t tell you.
What about the way I treated people in my classes? Was I a jerk? Was I aloof?
What about the girls I dated? Was I insensitive? Was I hurtful?
What about the jobs I worked? Was I consistent and hard working?
It is all gone. I remember Eric Wendorf and Roger Bess but I do not remember the words we spoke.
I remember Kathy and Chris but I don’t remember exactly how it ended between us.
I remember Taco Grande’ but honestly cannot rememer giving my two week’s notice.
These people, these places, these moments shapped me. They made me who I am to day. My interactions brought me to this place and this time and they are shadows in my mind. Like a checkered shirt on a warm summer’s day, they are a part of my life that are faded by time and space.