Her leaving has me contemplating what I've left behind in my past. I've left jobs as a soccer referee, a dishwasher, a cashier, a concessionist, a camp counselor, a canoe guide, a meat and dairy stocker, and a youth director. I've left a High School, a college, and nine places of residence. There are people out there - friends that at one point in time were incredibly important to me - that I no longer know. I have lost an aunt, four grandparents, and my father to the ultimate equalizer - death. (Not to mention many other acquaintances, friends, and relations).
An ancient philosopher named Heraclitus once said, you can never step into the same stream twice. And while the stream is different - different water, different flow, different shoreline - so are we. There's sorrow there, because all change - good or bad - is loss. This loss is the recognition that our world is no longer the same, and never will be what it was before. Maybe I learned more than I thought from the dearly departed morning news anchor with the piercing blue eyes.
