December Thoughts

I generally don’t live in the past. I fast-forward and visualize the future. Even my precious memories are vague. I hear friends who can relay a moment-by-moment saga of their children’s lives and I feel a bit guilty. sSometimes I wonder if I was ever present in those moments.

But I have moments of nostalgia. I look at roads – small winding roads, sometimes overgrown by weeds – and I have pangs of misty remembrance and loss.

I see daffodils growing in random places and wonder what happened to the house that was home to the one who planted flowers with joy and optimism? In spring when I see a small blade of verdant green grass or a Crocus peeking out from the soil, a heaviness may gather behind my eyes. Are those tears?

And I’ve always had a thing about partings. I cry when a Greyhound bus leaves the station without knowing anybody on it. A car loaded up with suitcases and a family waving creates a deep longing in me. At one time in my life I thought of my family as always gathering. Now I think of everyone saying goodbye – driving away – catching planes…

Perhaps it’s the many deaths that we have experienced. Maybe it’s that things have a strange importance as one grows older. Winters seem longer, the distances more pronounced.

Leaves have lost their color and fallen for the year. I am looking forward to the branches erupting with blossoms.

xxoo

Comments

  1. I find partings sad too. I am at the stage of life where I take every day as it comes and not worry about the future as my health does not permit me the luxury. I only hope that I won’t go to a hospital ever again.

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