Thoughts Shared On A Dark And Lonely Night

I spent a couple of hours yesterday morning talking with my stepdad.  Okay, I suppose he isn't technically my stepdad... he's a friend who just happens to be married to my mom.  It's just easier to refer to him that way, so that's what I'm gonna call him.

He's been through a lot over the last few years.  A messy divorce, as well as numerous health problems, have left him with a different perspective on a lot of things.  As we were talking, he made the comment that he knew he wasn't a healthy young man, and he couldn't be sure how many days he might have left, so he and my Mom made every day seem special.  If they go to the store, if they go out to eat, if they go to the beach to watch a sunset, it's like a little vacation for the two of them.  I've gone with them several times, but it's their time together that makes it special.  No matter how much time they may have left, they'll know that they did everything they could to make each day count.

I miss that.  I've developed some friendships since my own divorce, and one of them even became something more intimate, but nothing has ever stood the test of time.  People change, life goes on, and I look back on so many empty days that have slipped away.  So much time wasted.