My aunt called me today to exchange greetings and mentioned something about how it appears that all we do when our families get together is eat. A lot. The lunch/dinner is usually spread out over at least 4 hours, combined with a lot of chatter and storytelling. My reply to her was that it’s not so bad, because the central theme is not actually the food, but the catching-up with each other. Eating is just secondary e.g. something to do, while catching up. The relationship is the central theme.
Isn’t it funny how sometimes when you think of someone and wonder if they are thinking of you — and that that very same moment, they are thinking of you, wondering if you are thinking of them.
On this very day, as I was driving to an Easter lunch party at a friend’s, I was thinking about where my college dorm suite-mate Brant Phillips would be today, if he was still around. He always joked about studying so damn hard, just to work at Wal-Mart (he was in pharmacology, he was going to be a pharmacist at Wally’s World). Til today, I’ve always been puzzled and amazed by how we could both be the best of friends — considering that I’m a techie who knows zero about anything chemistry/biology, and how Brant in pharmacology with zero knowledge in my nerdy stuff, could hit it off so well.
Anyway, I’ve regretted plenty of times on numerous occasions for not saying something when I should have, until it’s too late, so I’m going to spill my guts right here, right now. Yes, this is my damn blog.
Brant, I miss you, and you’ll always my brother no matter what. I think of you always when I hear this song. Happy Easter, Philly.