A Second Goodbye

September 10th, 2011:
Anyway, I was looking through an old friend’s photos. He used to help out at church events, but one day, out of nowhere, moved to UTAH. Thinking about how I met him reminded me all the good times. 

I know I always want more experiences and wish that I did more things in the previous years, and that won’t change, but looking back, at least all the memories I DID make are forever. 

Example: When I first met frank! I was carrying two chairs, and definitely struggling, and he asked if I needed help.

I said coffee in spanish and he laughed at me.
Good times?
People are destined to leave..
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A few months ago, that was my post. At that time, he told me he’d be back once in November, and last week, he really messaged me the dates he’d be home. We were planning to meet up, and I was trying to plan the whole thing so we could see him again. Because we had a super busy day, we weren’t able to meet up. However, we did perform at the mall, and he happened to be there, and he said he saw one of us. Sadly, we did not see him.
Just when all the conflicts - choosing the place, getting everyone to go - were resolved, he said his mom made a last minute change of plans and they will be going back to Utah at 6am. Meaning, we don’t get to see him, and we don’t get to hang out.

I was honestly devastated when I saw this. He’s never coming back.

Maybe it’s because I lost some of the best friends I ever had when I moved, and was never able to reconnect ourselves, that I try so hard to keep in touch with people I care about. It’s strange. I’ve probably seen him for 40 days, at the most, of my life. We didn’t really talk a lot, and we didn’t know each other that well, but I still have this strong attachment to him. I still want to get to know him a lot more than I do now, and I still definitely wish he was still with us at VBS. I don’t know why I feel so strongly towards him. Maybe because he was such an important addition to our summer group, or maybe because of my own little piece of history regarding him. Nevertheless, he’s definitely one of those people I’ve met that I don’t think I’ll ever forget.

It’s been about a year and a half since I last saw him. When he first called me, his voice was so deep, I though it was the Blood Drive guy calling me to tell me something was wrong. It’s only been 15 months, and he had completely changed. He sounded much older, much more mature, and had lost his accent that we all loved. Surely, his personality stayed the same, as far as I can see, but I guess it made me realized how much time has passed, and how different the paths that we took are. I was really looking forward to seeing him in person again, so I can put a new face to a new voice. My impression of him if I never see him again will remain the same - the boy who talked in a funny accent, who carried my chairs, who had big curious eyes. The boy in the blue robe. It’s hard to match his baby face to his new voice. I was looking forward to finding out more about him now that we’re more mature and realize the limited time we have. Before, he’d always be secretive, or jokingly tell us lies.

This incident has at least given us a chance to really talk again. Since we ended up not being able to meet up in person, we’re chatting on facebook a bit. I definitely have to say that I’m happy that in his short, two day weekend, he chose to try to meet up with us. Surely, he had his school friends to hang out with, which he did at the mall, but he wanted to hang out with us too. I felt that even though we’ve only seen each other for 40 days over three-four years, we have a place in his heart too. (‘:

I was sad when I realized his voice changed, and that he lost his accent. It was a moment of realization that time has passed, and we have gone our separate ways. But when he was getting ready to hang up, he told me “okay, thank you Terisa!”

He still has a bit of his accent. (‘: