In times of grief the first thing we turn to are our memories. We look back and remember a time of happiness, of friends and family, of inclusion. And then we look at what we have now and lament the losses.
I happened upon old photos on Facebook this morning. So many people are gone. So many good memories lost to time, with only a few snapshots of the events.
I remember living in Huntington Beach, CA. The temperature was never above 85, never below 50. Rebecca and I took daily walks with the dog. (Peanut?) My weight was the lowest in the 10 years before and since. Life had challenges but life was good.
I remember driving with James and Rebecca up to Lake Tahoe. We took the 395 – the back road, up through Nevada. We stopped at an inn and ate a wonderful breakfast just South of Carson City.
I remember the Monterey Bay Aquarium. What an amazing place! And the massive viewing room with a seamless 40-foot long, 15 foot tall glass window looking into an enormous aquarium.
I remember staying at that World Mark room. It was a small townhouse right on the bay.
I remember when James was born. I remember watching them weigh him, do all the usual newborn tests. Then holding him. This precious tiny thing was a piece of me.
I have to say, James has always been a really good kid. I really wish I could be there now just so he had 1 less stress in his life.