One of those thinky thinks

I had the distinctly unique experience this week of gathering my things for the weekend, and in doing that put the dress I needed for a memorial service in the trunk of my car with the dress I need for a wedding. I stood at the trunk of my car in the parking lot of Dave's Bridal for a long time. I truly understand the phrase "It gave me pause." Not that I didn't understand it before, but this truly gave me pause. I stood there for a long time just looking at the odd juxtaposition of the clothing in my trunk. I have heard people talk about that time in your life when you only see people at weddings and funerals. I just didn't suppose that you got there at 33.
There was a person at the memorial that I had not seen in 15 years. I again was given pause. He looked exactly the same. He in fact looked so much the same, that it seemed very natural for him to be sitting where he was, and I walked right by him, then paused. When I turned back around, I was met with the pleasant surprise that despite how much I have changed in 15 years, he knew exactly who I was. Without intention or discussion, purely by accident, a large group of those of us who paraded around North Coast Rep like we owned the place sat together in a row. We were the staples of the late 80's and early 90's, and we were referred to at the service as the old guard. What was so touching for me was to be right there in the middle of it. We were all there to honor an amazing man. He really was, well liked, and every one who spoke of him said the only thing larger than his mind (which was immeasurable) was his heart, yet people were thanking me for being there.