Nostalgia, And Air Hugs
Plugging away and growing weary, yes, trying to focus.
Many tasks are planned for the day
and oh, there are many loose ends.
Such as missing pieces, must special order, okay, here by Friday.
More tasks to get done than I have
the time and energy to get done, but I’ll manage.
Someday life will come together, and there will be a sweet by-and-by.
I hear my grandmother’s voice as I write these words.
Do you hear someone you are missing?
That gives me pause to think, “Who am I missing more than anyone else?”
Be brave and honest.
You know who, and so do they.
These past few years, I’ve lost 60+ friends and family to C-19, cancer, age,
and tragedy that can never be accepted as anything except plain wrong.
I’ve learned to manage my emotions.
I refuse to let the times get the best of me
in any way that will diminish my focus on the future.
More losses will come. That’s life.
Someone will come behind me to pick up the pieces I leave undone. That’s life.
Prayerfully, in that future time, someone will read my words, think about my life,
and wish they could sit with me over a coffee and chat.
That’s what I’m doing as I write.
Thinking about those I wish I could sit down with a cup of conversation.
Why? Missing and being missed are the toughest facet of life.
We all want to be missed, but we are unsure if we will. Be missed that is.
How do you get through these nostalgic times?
Imagine the missing are with you,
Go ahead, give them an air hug.
Share the latest story as if they could hear you.
Don’t get lost in the strangeness;
it’s just you letting them how much you miss them.
Next year, I’ll pause at a few headstones
and some memories I’ll share.
Pull out an old photo album
Flip through some ancient photos
and enjoy the memories they portend.
There will be no one to share them with. Just me.
Don’t let it get you down;
We’ve all been there and will be again.
It was 1868, or there about.
The Civil War was gone,
and the time of rebuilding was busy,
I can imagine those times in light of these times.
At age 49, just think about that age during those times.
Joseph Philbrick Webster penned and composed the song I mentioned above.
It’s in the public domain, so I’m not breaking any rules or laws,
Could I share it with you?
There’s a land that is fairer than day,
And by faith, we can see it afar;
For the Father waits over the way
To prepare us a dwelling place there.
Refrain:
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore;
In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on that beautiful shore.
We shall sing on that beautiful shore
The melodious songs of the blessed;
And our spirits shall sorrow no more,
Not a sigh for the blessing of rest.
To our bountiful Father above,
We will offer our tribute of praise
For the glorious gift of His love
And the blessings that hallow our days.