When I was five, my mom lost me in a park. I don’t remember much, except that one minute I was riding a carousel and the next she was gone. I don’t remember how I found her. I don’t remember how I got home. All I remember is what happened next. She told me not to worry. She told me everything would be fine. She told me it was time to play the quiet game so I knew I wasn’t supposed to ask any questions. Or else, I might have told her I forgot my doll. I loved that doll so much. It killed me to leave it behind. Funny isn’t it? The way memory works? The things you can’t quite remember and the things you can never forget.
There can be beauty in getting lost. Sometimes we have to get lost to find each other and sometimes we find each other, only to get lost all over again. We can’t always control it, the thing that’s going to set you adrift. And as you stand there on your front porch staring at the life you are about to leave behind, you have to accept it’s gone, it’s lost. Just like you. All you can do now is stand very still, breathe in the moment and try to be open to wherever the wind’s going to take you next.
Meredith Grey (Season11, Ep. 1-I Must Have Lost It on the Wind)