In Life's long journey, amidst myriad experiences, we tend to forget who we were at different phases of our Lives…versions of us that we may not even remember anymore…especially when the Present is overwhelming. I get a call from a college friend who gently walks me down the memory lane of bunked classes, cafeteria visits, movies we watched, professors, classmates, our judgmental nick names, peppering the conversation with bursts of laughter and slivers of joy that break through my grief. One friend visits and reminds me of my confident driving skills...something, I have all but forgotten and confidence be thrown out the window. To think, that deep down somewhere there does exist that confident version of me, seems almost unbelievable. As we recount difficult life experiences, I am reminded of the strong and fearless versions of me, I now have no strength to recall. Another friend visits, reminiscing about my almost epically comic attempts at cooking, the adventurous holidays we u...
