In the last year, I have reconnected with an old friend from high school. From high school in California. This is significant because I live in Massachusetts and, ever since I moved to the East coast, I have NEVER – and I mean NEVER – randomly run into anyone I know from my childhood. Reconnecting with her has meant a lot to me. I have missed the comfort of being with an old friend.
I was able to reconnect with this old friend because the mother of a mutual friend has held on to a connection with both of us over the years and let us know that we were living in the same area.
This mother of our mutual friend is the wife of my friend, Dave, who passed away earlier this year. Because of this special couple’s connections with so many people, his funeral became a reunion of many old friends and I have rekindled my connection with several other old friends.
My old friend who lives not so far away from me now, has been reading my blog (being the loyal, long-suffering friend that she is!). On Monday, she forwarded some of the pictures of Gints Grinbergs’ metal sculptures to another friend of hers.
This friend of hers was moved by Gints’ sculptures, particularly the dandelions, and contacted him that very day about making a sculpture for a park he has been creating in his hometown.
The park happens to be called “Dandelion Park” in remembrance of his young daughter, who was lost several years ago in a tragic accident.
It turns out that Gints Grinbergs has three young daughters. Gints immediately felt a connection with my friend’s friend and has offered to create a sculpture for the park.
At Gints’ studio, there was a sculpture called, “My Three Suns.” The sculpture is a bowl containing three spheres (the suns). I remember that Gints told us that he had all daughters and joked that these were his “suns.”
I can’t help but think about how we love our children so much that they become our “suns.” Whether they are with us or not, they are the center of our universe. They draw us in and keep us connected to each other, as well as to other people in the universe who may be traveling in different orbits.
I can’t help marveling that, even though we are all just bombing around the universe in apparent random orbits, we usually end up revolving around the important things and connecting with the people we are meant to connect with when the time is right.