Fading of Time

Coming back is the thing that enables you to see how all the dots in your life are connected, how one decision leads you to another, how one twist of fate, good or bad, brings you to a door that later takes you to another door, which aided by several detours—long hallways and unforeseen stairwells—eventually puts you in the place you are now.
Ann Patchett, What Now?


Recently, I decided to take a drive down our old street where we lived from 1985-1996.  Some houses were gone, but our old house was still there looking about the same from the road except for the Dish antenna on the front of the house.  Unfortunately, almost to our old bedroom was a new parking lot where Liz’s house stood.

Liz was a maternal sort of person who always had university students staying with her.  She was a true mother hen.

Many memories are associated with our old house as well as many parties, especially office Christmas parties.  It was there we acquired two cats (Curie and Newton) and two dogs (Jason and Amy) plus other creatures—fish, guinea pigs, etc.

With the large window in the living room, we could watch the various activities going on down below on the creek.  For a long time we used to watch this raccoon come out of its den around sunset and pause at the bird feeder.

Sometimes, we would open a can of cat food and leave it for the wry fellow.  Watching him or her devour the contents of the can was a real joy, especially when the creature looked up to the window and saw us watching  it—which did not trouble the animal.  After finishing the fishy food, it would amble on its way to wherever it would roam that night.

During Summer and Fall I would venture down the hillside with my chainsaw and begin restocking my wood pile.  On a wintry night there is nothing like sitting in front of a crackling fire in the fireplace.

What crossed my mind as I drove were all the people who used to live on that street when we were living there. Many of them like Betty and Daniel have passed away.  Good people.  Good friends.

They touched so many lives.  The lives they touched still inspire others.

Unfortunately, the thing about time is that it is constant.  People and places change and, sadly, people fade away from this life and over time from our memories.

Here we are in 2018.  With 2017 behind us, there are people and places which still reside in our memories.

What 2018 will bring to our lives is unknown.  Of course there will be people and places with loads of joy and moments of sadness.

Each moment of 2018 is like a snowflake which gently floats in the wintry air.  If you are standing just right, it touches your nose with that momentary tinge, and then it is gone forever since no two snowflakes are alike on this planet traversing the cosmos.

So are the moments of our life.  Each one is uniquely crafted for that precise period of time.  Then it passes into our yesterday as we move forward in the present to embrace the new moments which summons us to a new gateway at the dawn of a new day.


G. D. Williams © 2018

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In My Life-Judy Collins