The other day I started thinking about some friends who “left the building”. The ones who were nowhere to be seen during a life crisis I had some 20 years ago. At the time, I didn’t have the capacity to mind as the “situation” had my full attention. But on a recent Sunday afternoon, I found myself thinking back to that time…

When they “left” there was no farewell nor explanation. One minute they were in my life and the next minute – they were gone.

As I was reflecting on this that wet Sunday afternoon, it occurred to me that there was probably more to their side of the story that made that decision (to leave our friendship), right for them.

It made me wish that had I been more courageous to ask at the time. Maybe if I had known their side, I wouldn’t have narrated my own story about their departure, and their rejection.

In the unspokenness, so much gets lost.

And so much is made up…

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