So Pig has a home for now in the back garden. He’s been in storage for years and I can’t tell you how much I’ve missed him. I found him in Andes, a small town in upstate New York and not far from our first house. I think this pig has the most incredible face and this is not the best picture of him but he’s really beautiful. I had him in our city apartment after we sold the house but he wasn’t happy there so I moved him into storage where I assume his quiet solitude gave him great pleasure. I never stopped thinking about him though and I’m sure he never stopped thinking about me. He’s a symbol of what I had once and what I have again. He’s the dream come true and his pretty face reminds me that I’m once again watching cows and horses graze, birds building nests under my roof, listening to the clear crystal creek and ruining my manicure pulling out roots and planting flowers.
Pig also reminds me of everyone I’ve laughed with. I guess because I missed him so much, they way I miss being young and foolish. I’ve had a lot of friends over the course of my life that have been young and foolish with me and we’ve done a hell of a lot of laughing. I can’t reach back to all of those friends any more; they’re too far gone. But if I could bring them back for an hour or a day just to talk about the things we did and the trouble we got into, I certainly would. For some reason Pig makes me think of old friends. It’s funny how over the course of your life you meet people and you connect and you find the same things funny. I can’t tell you why people drift apart but the older I get the more I realize the value of friendship. You can’t throw it away. Once people are in your heart they stay there. If I was your friend once I probably still am. I didn’t outgrow you. I didn’t stop caring. When you cross my mind I’m probably still laughing at the same silly things we did. When I hear a certain song I may recall your face, your passion for the underdog, your relentless energy, your incredible talent, maybe even your hot temper. Don’t know when the split happened, I guess we all get older, get distracted and move on. But it’s sort of like Pig; we come back together because if we connected once, chances are we would again. Welcome home, Pig. LOL
