There are encounters in our lives, that will stay with us, so it seems, forever.
By far the most impressionable of these for myself have been those in my ‘early’ years. Some, of course, would be best ‘forgotten’, but I realized some time ago, that they provided a timely and useful message. Others, at times proved both beautiful and fulfilling – up to a point – the point at which I wished they would continue, but didn’t. Such is life.

A habit of mine, for as long as I can remember, was to search for answers, an unending journey. When I couldn’t ferret out reasons why, I made up my own. I never was a diarist, but always have been a prolific ‘scribbler’, writing down what I thought had happened. Later, when I had felt traumatised, I wrote about it, then read, and re-read it, in effect ‘externalizing’ it.
Some events, it would seem, refuse to ‘lie down peacefully’, and return, sometimes to taunt, sometimes to haunt, in many cases relentlessly. The emotions are invoked again, whether they be regret, pain, or loss.

This account was first written in 2009. It reflects an incident many years before, She has never been forgotten, and nor has what I felt about her. Her plea has been answered.

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