Clean Slate

My sister-in-law gave me an address book for my birthday. It is a beautiful, leather-bound one that I desired and cherish. I am putting all my addresses in it this afternoon.

Despite the beauty of the book, there is a bittersweet feeling that comes with paging through your old directory of life. You think back on when people lived at all the crossed-out places. You remember friends who now have new last names. You wonder who you should just eliminate---after all, life changes.

But what if, after you eliminate she and he from the directory, you remember something important you wanted to say and you've no direction as to how to reach them?

Sigh. I'm closing one book, and opening another.