Bernie Michalik's posterous site

After having been away for many years from the place that I had grown up, I
had begun to feel as if almost everyone that I had known had died. I never
got a chance to see them again, and though I knew them to be still alive,
the chances of seeing them again were next to zero. I had memories of them,
but that was it. I was fortunate to still have my family, but my friends
and acquaintances were long gone. Or so I thought.

Then Facebook came along, like a magician. Suddenly all these people that I
thought dead started to arise and come forth. They were no longer the young
people I used to know, but older people: bigger, balder, with wrinkles, and
children.
It was good to see them again, to see them well and smiling and loved.

Still, they were not the people I once knew, either. At least not on the
surface. Yet we are all still the child we once were, no matter how Time
treats us. When I would pick my kids up from the day care, I would silently
remark how similar people are to their kids, and after awhile I could see
the kid within the adult, despite their size or their suit or the way they
carried themselves. So when I see my friends on Facebook, I can see through
the patina of age and see the person they once were and still are, despite
everything. The dead do walk again, if at least for some time yet.

Thanks for reading this.
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