Memorial Day. . . . . . . in a different way

Memorial Day weekend. Yes, I understand the true meaning, but this past weekend was a celebration in memorial of my past life. A few months ago, I had this idea to go on a roadtrip through my past. Drive through my hometown, head over to the college town, drive through all the various places I've lived and I'd hoped to get some sort of perspective on where I was going based off of where I had been. It was a fleeting thought and I never did act on it, but somehow this past weekend turned into an experience similar to that.
I drove halfway across the great state of Oklahoma to a 10 year reunion of my mission trip team. As I made the trip I remember all the other trips I had made my senior year in high school for our meetings to prepare for our mission trip. I remembered all the times I got lost with my friend in the car beside me, all the crazy insane things that happen when you have two teenage girls driving halfway across the state by themselves. Inevitably, sadness crept in for how much fun life used to be as opposed to how boring it is now.
The reunion was great. My old mission team leader is leaving soon to fulfill her dream of being a missionary in Israel. That put some interesting thoughts in my mind about dreams and how there's no age limit on them (disclaimer: my old mission team leader is nowhere near being "old", she is only older than me).
Then as if to mirror my internal conflict between traveling the world solo versus being fulfilled by having a family I went onto the second leg of my weekend which was to help a dear friend and her husband move into their new house. I witnessed two beautiful things happen this weekend. My dear friends father flagged down an ice cream truck to offer to buy me a popsicle. I could go on and on about how gorgeous I find it that he did that. My dear friends mother stopped what she was doing to give me a hug and ask me how I was doing and stop to look into my eyes and await a response. Angels. I have a pretty amazing family, but my friends family just puts me in awe continually of how beautiful they are.
So while I'm still in continual indecision of which path to take in my life, it was great/amazing/cleansing/clarifying/simplyawesome to be able to experience the best pieces of my past in the perspective of how I will move forward.