September 24th, 2017
Today a sweet great granddaughter celebrates her second birthday, but I am home nursing an arthritic knee which was not in a party mode and got that way after a water skiing injury, some forty years ago. Nevertheless, it causes raised eyebrows when I answer inquiries about the source of lameness in my knee with a casual "a water skiing accident". At 92......seriously!!!!!
Nevertheless I am sorry to miss sweet Olivia's birthday party..... I know it will be a fun affair
with all sorts of little ones, their Moms and Dads and probably
grandparents. balloons, party snacks and birthday cake. Ah well...
It behooves me to think that little ones birthdays parties are made
for great grandparents to just pop in with hugs and kisses and presents,
and then to quietly disappear!!!
I was up early this morning (as I am most mornings so Bruce can run out to the garden for his usual morning visit). It gives me time for a leisurely breakfast, and while I enjoyed my second cup of coffee I took down from the bookshelf one of the volumes of my Blog, circa 2008.
Shortly after I began to write I realized this blog was really a journal, and considering future years when memories would likely be important, and at family urging, I started to have it published by Blog2U,
Well, leafing through this particular book, recording this particular year, I realized that life, and my writings about it, have become sparse and scanty in comparison to the rich happiness within the pages written while my dearest one was still alive and sharing...
Sometimes I am so desperately lonely for him, despite all the kindnesses of children and family.
I am so desperately lonely for him, and yet at the same time, as I read about the days we lived together, I am so very grateful for those times, and the opportunity to remember them, smiling and full of gratitude. They become alive again, - our conversations, our photo drives in the country side, someone dear to have breakfast with, and I think how lucky we were!!
To add to the poignancy, while arranging my hair as I prepared for church, I caught the faintest glimpse of my mother in the mirror........it is one of those days when the veil between time and eternity thins to gossamer, that veil between the present and the past. A day to be treasured....