Who is the “one name” for you?
I had dinner with an old friend last night. Meg is one of those childhood friends — the type you carry with you throughout various chapters of your life, departing and reconnecting from each other over and over again at the moments in our lives when we decide it is time to turn the page.
This time, Meg was returning from several months in Kenya, where she sought to learn more about the art of childbirth (she’s a Douala/RN) and a wider understanding of culture, family, and human connectedness. Meg marches to the beat of her own drum — to the beat of her own life chapter — which has a truly infectious effect on everyone around her; they just know it’s okay to open up. I am no exception. This part of our conversation will be carried with me until the next turning page:
“I just want to make sure that I fix my relationship with him. What do you think?”, Meg said.
“I’ve been thinking about this a lot — conceptually — of course,” I said with pause. “If [name removed] died tomorrow, would you be OK with what flashed before their eyes as their memory of you?”
“I don’t know.”
We both stared at the bustle in the restaurant around us. Meg looked back at me for my response.
“Me neither,” I said.
“Which relationship do you still need to mend?” she asked.
I could only think of a single name.