Full Circle

My sister is getting married. I don't really know David, her to-be husband. I've spoken to him a couple times is all. Despite that - I am the best man in the wedding. I've never been a best man - and the first chance I get is when I don't even know the guy.

A couple nights ago I was sitting with some neighbors around a fire in my driveway. My next door neighbor had heart failure and now runs, literally, on batteries. A song by Stevie Ray Vaughan came on called "Life By The Drop". While the song played and I heard the words, I imagined I had come from the future to enjoy time with this guy. It was a miracle. In the first thread of life I missed the opportunity and begged God to allow me to return to this time. There was some mind melding and I was sent back without the recollection of that future time - only a hint of which became clear with "Life By The Drop".

Last night, four couples, all neighborhood "Redbud Circulars", him included, went to the bowling alley. Again, I was too tired to go, but, yet again, went... and yet again enjoyed.

So now, as I head to the future,  my hope is that I will become the best man for David. It will make perfect sense in the future that I was in fact the present-day best man.

If only the wedding would have been on Pi day, I could say I've been full circle. Redbud Circle.  A Redbud Circular.  There and back again - like a true Hobbit.