The Passing of Time
Fifteen years
have passed so quickly in an agonizingly slow procession of minutes. Looking
back, I ask myself, “How did that amount of time slip by to form so many pages
in my book of life? How can it be that my children have grown and have lives of
their own?” Fifteen years ago, they were all living at home, still children
looking to me and my wife Cindy for guidance. Fifteen years ago March 24th,
2003, we all felt the sting of death and the apparent victory of the grave.
Fifteen years
seems like such a long time as I write it, but is has passed ever so quickly.
The seconds have accumulated, inexorably turning page after page of the
calendar amassing themselves into a decade and a half. How can nearly one
quarter of my life have slipped through my fingers leaving a dim trail of
memories in such an excruciatingly rapid pace? Somehow, I’ve grown old. Somehow
my youth has flown away. Somehow the form of the Grim Reaper has become more
solid and dark.
It’s not that I
fear the “shadow of death,” oh, no. I’m marvel at how fleeting time has become
and how swiftly life passes. It seems like yesterday I dandled our first child
on my knee and now she has a child older than she was then.
This anniversary
is one I have never liked to “celebrate” but it is one that will always be
remembered by me and our family. Death must have wanted to forever imprint this
date on our hearts, our souls, and our minds, because on the third anniversary
of my wife’s passing, my mother, Sybil lost the battle with Alzheimer’s
disease.
I don’t write
this to garner sympathy. I only want to share my thoughts and advise those who
still have living parents and spouses to hold them close and to tell them that
you love them. Time has a way of speeding by and before you know it, the loved
ones in your life have passed. Tell parents, siblings, children, grandchildren,
and friends how much they mean to you and let them know that you love them.
I just noticed,
Up to the ending of the last sentence, there were 365 words. One for each day
of the year, fill your calendar year with words of love.
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