1. I can remember how I once, that any other colour must be a symbol for something, a feeling or . Only grey seemed to stand for nothing. This was the world I lived in, and so did he.
2. He gave me so much and I knew about him. He had been my friend and now I had lost him without having had the to give anything back. He had been so strong that he was able to give had happened.
开启心灵之门
Opening the Door
佚名／Anonymous
“Joe? Is that you?” The woman speaking to me at the basketball game looked vaguely f***liar. “Marci?”
“It Is you!” She exclaimed, smiling broadly. “Gosh, it’s good to see you again!”
It was good to see Marci, too. Off and on during the past few decades I’ve wondered about her. I almost tried to track her down a few years ago after talking to a mutual friend who had indicated that the last decade had been pretty rocky for Marci. So bumping into her at the basketball game was, at the very least, fortuitous.
We spent a few minutes catching up on the business of our lives—kids and careers, spouses and houses, education and recreation (it’s always a little disconcerting to see how few words are required to summarize 25 years of living ). We played a little “have you seen ...