These have been a busy, chaotic, though progressive few months.
Phil did not work out. I figured that was my door which closed, as soon thereafter, I landed a position at a fresh, new travel publication as the Assistant to the Publisher.
Because I had
a great deal of free time on my hands and can never sit still for more than five minutes, I had also applied to a master's in publishing program to further my education. Ruby knew that I had been awaiting a large, thick envelope and she awaited the opening of a choice bottle of red that was to be used to celebrate my victory.
As we had both been occupied with our careers and, I now with schoolwork; the festivities had to wait. We finally vowed to order takeaway from
Manganaro's and don our best PJs while posting up on the sofa to watch the latest installment of the ALCS, as we were waiting to see
which team would face my beloved Yankees. Following the game, we sat on our sofa, savoring the fruity nose of our
2007 Casa Lapostolle Cabernet Sauvignon Cuvee Alexander, celebrating our personal victories and
watching coverage of the rescue of the trapped miners in Chile."It is unbelievable when considering the strong power of the human spirit", commented Ruby.
"Yes. Listen to the chants; the love of this community and the care they share for these men", I said, "Love is an incredible, indestructible force. Their spouses, children, friends; so moving to witness their hope and happiness".
"Do you think we will ever find love like this, Frankie?" asked my dear friend, "Love has been so difficult for me lately. I have been questioning who and how I love. The questions come to me in dreams and I don't know what to tell myself at times."
"Ruby; we have this love around us now", I said, "We have the most caring, loving friends, and when the time is right the romantic love will arrive as well. No one knows what trials these men faced before being trapped in the mine; though this is certain, whatever they were worried about before these last few months, is probably an insignificant or forgotten issue now."
"I know, though one thing that is truly bothering me lately is the
lack of support for my lifestyle from my mother. Why can't our parents see that they are lucky to
have us in their lives regardless of
how we live our lives?", asked Ruby.
"That I can't answer Chiquita. Our parents are only human and subject to err; though being human, they are also able to recognize they are wrong, feel compassion, and love...we simply hope they don't lose too much time holding a grudge against us for not allowing them to live vicariously through our lives."
"I guess you're right, Frankie. Simply hope she recognizes this sooner rather than later."
I hugged my friend, grabbed the bottle, and refilled her glass. "I would like to toast; to a love like this", as I gestured toward the television, "a love like ours, a love we have not yet found, and a love for those who have not yet recognized the joy of returning our innate, undying love."
--Frankie
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