A Letter To You
(This is the newest chapter of The Fruit Fly Strikes Back – The sequel to my book Live Like A Fruit Fly)
It’s Just Us – chapter 50
I love old memories.
They’re like dust covered treasure maps hidden in the dark attic of your mind. Seemingly gone forever until a mysterious wind blows and instantly uncovers those lost moments in full technicolor.
I love how old memories simultaneously feel like five lifetimes ago and five minutes ago.
My ears burn from the cold wind but I’m smiling. Peripherally, I realize my dad isn’t holding on to the seat any longer. I’m riding a bike by myself for the first time. Freedom. I hear him laughing and clapping in the distance.
And poof, just like that, I turned forty.
But no rants of disbelief this year. No full-court press against gray hairs.
Just you and I sharing this moment together. And soon this moment, like all moments, will
recrystallize into a memory and settle under the dust and darkness.
Before it does though, I want to let you know how grateful I am that you’re here with me.
Live like a fruit fly.