In 2010 we had a cement patio poured just outside the garden gate. I know it was 2010 because, like every good homeowner does, we scratched the date and all of our names into the wet cement. I like the memory that date stamp brings to mind. I am reminded of our newly blended family. I think of the fun or making our new house “ours.”
I passed by the corner over the weekend and the date and those names stood out to me. I have never been good at remember dates. I was horrible at updating my boys’ baby books. I did not mark the dates they took their first steps or said their first words. I was just glad that they achieved those milestones.
When my oldest son was a little boy, I read an article written by Erma Bombeck. In the article, Erma encouraged her readers to make each day count, use the good china. I like to think that I have done just that over the years. Of course, since August 26th, 2014, that horrible awful dreadful day I learned of my son’s passing, I have made an even greater effort to take pleasure in each day I am given. Yes, I get down in the pits of grief which make that difficult. However, I love to stop and enjoy each sunrise, each sunset. When I do this, I am reminded of God, my creator.
I was sharing these thoughts with a friend last week. She said, “Each day is momentous!” Yes, truly each day is momentous. My loss has taken me on a journey I never saw coming. I am learning a lot about myself. Parts of me I never knew have been exposed. Do I still forget dates? Yes. Do I try to appreciate each day? Absolutely!