Sheils Writes

Apparently, I blinked and, the month of June is coming to a close.  Did someone out in space flip a switch that makes time go on super speed?  If we could slow it down, would we?  Or do we just have to let it keep moving and say ‘someday I’ll get there and do that”?  Then watch the next month on the calendar turn and wonder what just happened.

On my recent trip to Connecticut, I had a jam packed itinerary of people to see and places to go.  We were there for a family wedding and then from there things just spiraled and somehow ended with pizza and Foxon Park sodas at a picnic table by the harbor.  One of my most cherished memories of those 4 days.

Oh, and I returned from that trip to the birth of my first grandchild.  I’m starting to be at a loss for words by just how many great things decided to happen all at once.  The person in space who is making time go fast, is the same person who is up there aligning all the stars for so much happiness!

Getting older is hard enough, but getting older at this, faster than the speed of light, pace, I’m not a fan.

Saying goodbye comes to mind.  The visits go fast, then time seems to slow for just a little bit when you are gathered with family and friends in a hotel lobby, kitchen or driveway and you start saying goodbye. Whatever happens to time at that moment, I’m grateful. It let’s me process a bit of the meaning of everything.  However, I notice I never say goodbye, I’m a big ‘see you later’ person when that time comes.  It’s my coping mechanism.  Keeps me from crying too much.

Within minutes of that ‘goodbye’ scene, thanks to technology, I’m in my car or on a plane sending texts and pictures and keeping everything going as if I never had to leave. The time will keep flying I suppose but my memories remain stored inside me forever.