I’m going back.
Carole King wrote it. Just about everybody recorded it. “Going Back.” A song for the ages. A song for me.
I was alright. I’d gotten over the shock. Of the feeling of loss. I knew it wouldn’t last. I didn’t expect it to arrive yesterday.
Here’s what happened.
My old friend and I have mutual friends. One of them was a good friend to me. We haven’t seen each other since the storm. Hurricane Katrina. She moved to North Carolina after the storm and a failed marriage. We do keep in touch. It’s hard not to in these days of every kind of messaging available to us. She texted me. Was I going to the memorial? Yes. Could I pick her up at the airport? Yes. Could she stay with us if have we the room? Oh, we got room.
On August 29th, we observe the 14th Anniversary of Hurricane Katrina making landfall at Buras, Louisiana.
It’s been fourteen years. Since we were driven from out home. Fourteen years since I saw my friend. Other friends. How did that happen? Where did the time go? Did I waste it? Did I just pass it?
Or, did I fill it with work? With fun? With light and love? God, I hope so.
All I know right this minute is something Neil Young wrote.
It’s better to burn out than it is to rust.