Maybe I’ll cherish these moments.
Death has a funny way of putting life in perspective. At the beginning of May, we attended the one year going home anniversary of an aunt who passed away last year. A week later, another relative, a cousin, passed away suddenly. Upon this most recent passing, pictures popped up all over Facebook in honor of their memory. The pictures are moments of this person’s life, cherished pieces of time that cannot be repeated, permanent images that tell a story all on their own.
Seeing these tiny time capsules made me think: How often do I cherish moments in my life that cannot be repeated, restored or given back to me?
Times with B and The Kid are plentiful, but how often do I really hold tight to them? How often do I remind myself that these moments aren’t forever even though the memories are? How often do I take them for granted?
It’s difficult, in a day that’s filled with work and the madness of house stuff, to honestly enjoy moments with my small family. There’s a million things on my mind, a million more things on my “To Do” list. It’s not an excuse, please don’t read it as one. It’s a fact of my crazy, psychotic life.
But learning to cherish these far and few between moments… *Sigh* I’m willing to start out trying and work my way into making it a habit.
What about you?