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TIME DOES NOT MARCH – SOMETIMES IT PAUSES
Wednesday, March 10, 2021 - daily column #6692
Monday, this week, the 8th, I relived vivid memories when seven years ago, at 7:30 in the evening, my dad died. As lives go, his was long, full and happy – with fair measures of unhappy too. Hard work for little reward for a long expanse of time, but he had lots of joyful moments. He had an admiring and grateful son (me), who spent lots of time with him in his last few years.
But that never made up for the many years of being so busy with my life that I didn’t have or give much time for him. He adored his grandchildren, who loved him in return, but as they grew up and built lives of their own, they had little time for him. And I see that playing out in my life too. I wish I’d done many things differently, but that’s a pity-party for another today.
A friend asked me why I didn’t write about him the other day, on the 8th. I explained it was a day for being private and quiet. And, for once, a Monday worked out that way …
Losing my dad was far more impactful for me than losing my mother; a very different relationship with each of them, and as I learned in their declining years, they were way wide-apart from each other in many ways.
Youth’s sweetness is undoubtedly squandered, wasted on our youth. Getting older, I see profound truth and lasting value in reflecting from afar because (perhaps many of us are) we were too engrossed in our own lives to see what was happening to us, to others, when life’s best busy days went whizzing by.
Many say ‘time marches on,’ but it doesn’t march.
Time evaporates, fades, slips through fingers, and is forever lost, one day every day, one day at a time for everyone at every age. Too bad we don’t learn that better at a younger age.
March reminiscences – expeditions down dusty memory lanes – of icy alley ruts where dry raspberry canes protrude through slumping fences, mid-winter reminders of summer’s fruit we picked.
Reader feedback:
We have definitely all suffered in one form or another since March 18, 2020. It reminds me of a Song by Alan Jackson - Where Were You which was written by 9-11 but for me it resonates about what this world has endured because of one Country who could have been more forthcoming. I worry now with all these second rate vaccines being order from Johnson & Johnson that only have a 60% safety rating against this virus. Even our own Family Doctor will not accept a Vaccine from this Company and so that just reinforces what I am reading up on. For people with Breathing Problems, wearing masks for the past year has caused for so many more medical problems and for some bad outcomes. Mental Health around the World has taken a hit and will continue to do so until this is gone, but the question will always be will it ever be gone. We need stimulation from people, to be able to hug a love one. I hope one day our world will be back to normal and we can all live life to its fullest and that everyone young and old can finally breathe a sigh of relieve. That is the Hope I look for, MJ, Calgary, AB
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