Dear Frank, I hope you’ve had a good life.

Dear Frank, I hope you’ve had a good life.

Back when I was in my early 20’s, I did the backpacking in Europe trip that young people often wanted to do. This would be in the late 70’s and I guess, in some ways, I cheated. You see, I had relatives in Oslo, Stockholm, and on the island of Bornholm in the Baltic Sea whom I visited so I wasn’t totally on my own. I have great memories from that trip and several stories, but this is about Frank and those random people all of us meet and say goodbye to.

I began that trip by flying into Copenhagen and spending a few days in a hostel. There I met Frank, who was from South Africa, and he and I, as well as a couple of other guys, spent those days exploring the city. It was fun and Frank and I got to know each other as friends. When it was time to head in different directions, I thought of asking for his address so we could keep in touch, but decided it was a little weird. So, we both looked at each other awkwardly, said goodbye, and headed off to new places and new people. I think of Frank once in a while and others who I’ve crossed paths with. Not the individuals who I passed in hallways, or who I paid for groceries, but those who I got to know a little. I hope they went on to do great things. Mostly, I hope they’re happy.

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