Earlier this week, a treasured friend sent me this flag. She had I have shared decades of holiday travels and experiences, and even more decades of being kindred spirits. We are truly sisters from different parents.
I was touched by her gesture, moved to tears remembering us as young, not-quite free spirits, willing to undertake any situation because it was an adventure. I think we are still pretty adventurous; I’m not so sure about the young part.
I can’t get these Beatles lyrics out of my head. Each time my mind plays that simple melody, those simple, but haunting, lyrics, I cry. It was written in 1965, and I’ve been thinking a lot about that time. Our hearts had been pierced by John Kennedy’s assassination – the astonishment that such a thing could happen in our country, and few of us could fathom where our involvement in Vietnam would lead. It was the mid-60s; we still had dreams. A simpler time, when the excitement of a US visit from the Beatles made us shriek with joy. Remember joy? Or maybe we were just young.
I’m missing those days, those feelings. So perhaps it’s not just places we remember.
Here are those lovely lyrics – I wish you a day of fond remembrance.
All my life, though some have changed
Some forever, not for better
Some have gone and some remain
With lovers and friends I still can recall
Some are dead and some are living
In my life, I’ve loved them all
There is no one compares with you
And these memories lose their meaning
When I think of love as something new
For people and things that went before
I know I’ll often stop and think about them
In my life, I love you more