These past months have been a conglomerate of tumultuous experiences, a journey of emotions ranging from excitement, longing, shock and sorrow, melancholy and sadness, reminiscing and forgiveness, slowly returning to thankfulness and appreciation.
My beloved and I have started upon yet another road that we travel together, although physically apart for weeks at a time. It enables us to appreciate the fact we are together at all, having found each other so late in life. Be that as it may, there are circumstances that are unique to us individually, as is the case with most marriages.
I lost three good souls these past two months, each at varying stages of their lives and experiences. Although we saw each other infrequently, each one was a gift that I didn’t realize I had received until after their passing. It reminds me, no matter how shocking the news may be, that someday I too will be the one who no longer stands amongst those I love. Intertwined between the sadness of their passing was the joy of new life and the continuation of the mundane we all take for granted. I saw for the first time the Rochester Zoo through the eyes of my grandson, and the first time for my son as his father. The poignancy of watching them together catches in my throat and I am once again thankful to have been witness to the occasion. It seems like only yesterday that I was the one, crouched down in front of the glass to watch the encased massive polar bears swim in their underground pool. Now I watch silently in the background as he and his wife do the very same thing.
Spring has come none too soon; there is excitement in the air as we watch the buds beginning to bloom on the lilac trees and the crocus bursting triumphantly through the ground, assuring us the seasons are indeed changing and that life still continues on and on and on.
Our lives are but a mere snap of the Creator’s fingers, and when it is our time we must be aware of the blessing we received while here. For as it is said, “…we know not the hour or the day…only that it will be known unto him...” It is my hope you make every effort to live each day as joyfully as you can, even if it is peppered with sadness at times. Hope truly does Spring eternal.
My beloved and I have started upon yet another road that we travel together, although physically apart for weeks at a time. It enables us to appreciate the fact we are together at all, having found each other so late in life. Be that as it may, there are circumstances that are unique to us individually, as is the case with most marriages.
I lost three good souls these past two months, each at varying stages of their lives and experiences. Although we saw each other infrequently, each one was a gift that I didn’t realize I had received until after their passing. It reminds me, no matter how shocking the news may be, that someday I too will be the one who no longer stands amongst those I love. Intertwined between the sadness of their passing was the joy of new life and the continuation of the mundane we all take for granted. I saw for the first time the Rochester Zoo through the eyes of my grandson, and the first time for my son as his father. The poignancy of watching them together catches in my throat and I am once again thankful to have been witness to the occasion. It seems like only yesterday that I was the one, crouched down in front of the glass to watch the encased massive polar bears swim in their underground pool. Now I watch silently in the background as he and his wife do the very same thing.
Spring has come none too soon; there is excitement in the air as we watch the buds beginning to bloom on the lilac trees and the crocus bursting triumphantly through the ground, assuring us the seasons are indeed changing and that life still continues on and on and on.
Our lives are but a mere snap of the Creator’s fingers, and when it is our time we must be aware of the blessing we received while here. For as it is said, “…we know not the hour or the day…only that it will be known unto him...” It is my hope you make every effort to live each day as joyfully as you can, even if it is peppered with sadness at times. Hope truly does Spring eternal.
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