This was one of the best weekends in recent memory, and to think I had been dreading it for so long. Once a year, my brother and I go up to New Jersey to visit our paternal grandmother who, thanks to my father's post-divorce behavior, we have a strained relationship with. It was tense, but not outwardly confrontational, so it turned out to be one of the better visits we've had.
The coincidences between the books I read and how they seem to be almost eerily prescient in their relevance was apparent again this weekend. I just finished reading a passage in The Paradox of Choice
about the Peak-End Theory
of how the best parts and the last parts of an event seem to have the most influence on our memory of them. All of the concern about the visit with our grandmother was washed away by my visit with Zelda.
I have spoken about her from time to time with many of you and mentioned her more than once in my journal. I met Zelda when I was 15 and she was I think 39. When I think about my relationship with her and her husband Skip, I can't help but believe that people are put in your life at the moment they are for a reason. They have been a source of guidance, inspiration, insight, and empathy since I met them. They were the parents I needed when my parents weren't capable of being parents, or as Skip said once, I'm "the daughter he can talk drugs with."
Zelda was at my age wherever I am. No matter what I'm going through or feeling or worrying about, she knows exactly what I'm experiencing and has just the words of wisdom I need. And while I haven't seen them in 3 years, I knew that as soon as I walked through the door it would be like I had never left. And it was.
It's been a big year of change for me, especially in light of the difficult few years past. My day with Zelda has given me so much to think about and use as I move forward, and it couldn't have come at a better time. I could talk for days about all the things we chatted about, but for right now, I'm content to think about how blessed I am to have them in my life.