|Lori and Dad - Christmas 1969|
This is not a great photo because it's blurry.
Or it is a great photo BECAUSE it's blurry.
This time of year always seems to happen in a blur.
For adults at least. As a kid, I thought the time crawled at glacial pace. But as an adult, there's never enough time, and time moves at such a fast pace that all is in a blur mode.
But there's a Christmas tree in the background, that's clear.
And there's love and family and joy.
Isn't that all that matters?
Today I attended to memorial for Finn Johnson, an 18 year old boy I knew who died unexpectedly on December 4th. I am close friends with his father, Bruce, but I knew Finn as well and played Ultimate both with and against him.
It's a loss that I have struggled to understand, already devoting three blog posts to the subject, though I will not re-post links here. You can find them if you wish by dialing back or using my category for Loss.
The loss here is not something I can understand. It's unfathomable, a description I like in metaphor because it's a deep loss, like the ocean, the fathoms, the unknown darkness, but also the light of a new day through the water at the surface.
I am reminded of something I just shared with my students. The Egyptians believed that when they died, Osiris would ask them two questions:
"Did you bring joy?"
"Did you find joy?"
Isn't that all that really matters?
Reflect and connect.
Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.
I miss you so very much, Mom.
Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.
- Days ago = 532 days ago
- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1612.18 - 10:10
NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.