I walked towards the pancake restaurant. We both knew where it was although I don't think either of us had pancakes during our time in that city. As I walked, I wondered if I would recognize the person I was meeting. It had been over 20 years since we'd seen each other. Some changes could be expected.
I entered the building and saw and knew him right away. The years were gone. A friendly connection was still there. I was happy to see him again.
This reunion wouldn't have happened if not for the encouragement of my friend (his sister) and my brother. Normally, we live thousands of miles apart. For a few days, we would be in the same city.
Even with the encouragement to get together, we could have avoided following up, I could have given into my shyness, the whole thing could have gone by the wayside. We would have missed out, though, on a happy afternoon of coffee and conversation. We would have missed out on a chance to reconnect.
When we don't take opportunities, we don't know what could have been. People don't hold up signs to remind us. It might be better (but weird) if they did. The trip to see my brother and his family would have been good anyways. But this visit made it better. I'm glad I picked up the phone. I'm glad to have a happy memory instead of an unknown absence in my life.