My memories of him
are the ones
of which I am
most fond.
And I’m fearful they
will fade away
like ripples
on a pond.
But then…
if I’m the pond
and he’s the stone
then we share
a hidden bond.
For he’s there
beneath the surface
if I dare
to look beyond.
— Ranata Suzuki, Reflections

Within each interaction of consequence with another, there is connection hidden in plain sight. We scarcely think of it in the moment, but when we recall the person, the interaction floods back over us in a wave of memory. Life is a series of such interactions, formed with characters in our life play representing long term relationships, the briefest of transactional conversations and those who fall somewhere in between. The key is the bond made in the moment.

We transcend the physical body through those we leave behind who remember us. How do we scrap together something to fill the void left behind in the absence of those we care deeply for? I think about people who are very much alive but no longer in my life. They remain a part of me even as they fade as the touchstones grounding me to place and time. Those who have passed occupy a similar place in memory, without the possibility of reunion one day. And that’s where we feel the loss—in the absence of future possibility.

Someday, when I leave this lifetime, perhaps those I leave behind will leave this small poem on the memorial cards given out on such occasions. A reminder that while I may no longer be there I’m very much at the party, buying them a drink and prompting a story about that time when, examples of looking beyond the surface and finding that we’re still there, if only in spirit and those blessed memories. Hidden bonds continue on for as long as those who remember them do. Questions of whether this is our only pond together are meant to be answered beyond this surface.