I have been thinking a lot lately about the people that pass through our lives—those that stay and make themselves comfortable for a while, certainly, but even those that are the experience of only an afternoon, or perhaps even a few moments. How is it that a conversation that I had with an old woman in a grocery store ten years ago, or a twenty-year-old guy at the table next to me at Starbucks last fall, can have such impact all these months and years later? As for the people who enter our lives and stay for a time…how can we not expect to be changed by them? How can we cope with the imprint they make in our minds and hearts when they are gone? I have had many people in my life recently who have been ripped from me. Sometimes I have been glad to see them go, and yet at the same time they have left a gaping wound. Others I have wanted to cling to, and their absence is too painful for conscious contemplation.
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