A few days ago I was watching an episode of House Hunters with Jill, and a couple was home shopping in Norwalk. One of the houses, a split-level with a wooded lot, looked familiar. It wasn't Uncle Win's house. It WAS a few houses down the street though. I immediately wanted to share this revelation with my family. When things like this happen that's the first instinct. We want to pick up the phone and call the people who appreciate these little moments in life. These "hey look at this" moments. I called Lee. Not that talking to my brother is any sort of disappointment. No, on the contrary. Lee and I have great conversations about all things past, present, and future. The problem is I wanted to tell Mom. I couldn't. I wanted to tell Dad. I couldn't. And, I wanted to tell Paul. I couldn't.
At least once a week, usually more, I see something, or read something that I want to share with them. It's those moments that will never let me forget. And especially now, on the ninth anniversary of losing Paul, I want to know what he would have been doing to prepare for the arrival of his grandchild, and my parents with them seeing great-grandchildren on the way.
We can't keep them forever
We can keep their memories for longer than forever, but...
Sometimes they leave too soon
We miss you Mom, Dad, and Paul.
