We’ve all seen it. That moment without explanation or announcement, when someone we follow on a pretty much daily basis vanished suddenly from sight and the post you saw some days or weeks ago seems to be their final utterance. Some of these people have drawn you into their lives till you can almost feel yourself ducking and weaving with them before the blows of a capricious fate or circumstance.
Being me I get drawn into the drama of their existence and am left suspended and wondering what happened to them: was it good or bad. almost always they have left a comment on your Blog so an email address is available, but do you write to them and ask is everything Ok. That easy intimacy we share in Blogsville cannot be taken at face value so, more often than not I presume the answer is no.
So it is in our terrestrial lives when time and circumstance draw us away from those who helped fill our day with chatter or concerns only to fade as new priorities swept them from our orbit. The sharing of daily news becomes a weekly update then a Christmas card. New faces replace old so though the volume of conversation may remain the same the identity behind the voices change. In many ways our sense of sharing intimacies may alter but they are now shared with different people. That uncertainty which marks the experience of contemporary society is fueled in part by these shifting social sands.
Some of live and die in one locality so this phenomenon is less pronouced but many move for work or marriage or other circumstance, making fresh roots and connections as they go.
I have moved several times in my life , and always miss the friendships that I had, kept alive by regular social meets and a calendar of shared social events. Moving away you try and stay in touch.” It’s racing day quite soon” they let you know, or “guess who we met again the other night” and you cling on still wanting to be involved but time and pressure gradually leave their mark till they seem as echoes in some vault where memory dwells and nothing seems quite real.
An event or film may raise their face before you once again, and make you wonder how they are. Time and distance leave their mark, but with reflections on those things you shared, you embalm their precious memory.