I’ve had lots of time to think today, mostly because the house is so quiet with the family gone. I found all the things I forgot to give them while they were here. I guess I need to make lists for those things now too. When I was young, all I needed was the grocery list. Along came middle age and I needed an errand’s list too. Then came grandchildren and I now need a list of the lists I need to keep.
I wonder if growing older is a matter of time or a matter of scar tissue. My skin isn’t actually any thicker. I am just as sensitive and cry just as easily as I ever did. It’s my nature. My life, like yours, has been continually marked by occasions, some good, some not. I am an optimist, always have been, but I am no longer surprised by tragedy. It is a part of life.
Tomorrow is Memorial Day. For all of the parents, brothers, sisters, children, and especially the mothers with my kind of thin skin of Service men and women who are currently deployed, I am holding my breath too. I wish I could tell you it will be okay – take a breath – it will be fine – but I can’t. We don’t know. We don’t know who will come home and who won’t. We have to keep on keeping on in the meantime. Please know that you aren’t alone. There are others alongside you holding their breath too. And to all of you who previously or currently serve your country – THANK YOU. Thank you so much. You have my hugs and appreciation and my prayers for both you and your family. I wish everyone a safe, healthy return and a safe and happy Memorial Day. Barb