Thoughts while Traveling
8.11.2006
Aug 11 is a birthday that I will never forget. My fear in recent months is that he has been forgotten, but deep in my heart I know that can't be true. It just can't.
So...we celebrate tonight. Clay is coming over and we are going to toast on the sand to a life lived to the fullest. We will probably laugh, as we usually do, about the fact that Aaron was buried in Clay's black dress shoes by accident, and though expensive as they were, there couldn't have been a better fate for the black leather kicks.
It's nice having somebody nearby that knew his face and his laugh, his kindness and his smile. Although he will never be forgotten or moved from his permanent place in my heart, it is easy to live this, my own life as a completely seperate and detached one, with all new faces and names,places, new hang outs, cars, homes, friends, jobs, (and most importantly) husband, dog and all. But I have to continue checking myself and retracing the common threads that have come together as one all encompassing journey.
Again, it's nice to have someone, well, 2 someones, around today that can remember with me. It's comforting.
I usually don't get this candid about my feelings regarding this special person that I lost 5 years ago. Very, very recently, however, my spirit has been freed up to do just that. I like that.
Time goes on. It's already Friday of a busy work week. It's already August of a whirlwind year. It goes by fast. How often do we actually think about and assess where we are and how far we have come? How often do we tell the people that have walked through so much of life with us that we love them and wouldn't trade them for all the riches in the world? How often do we take the moments to return favors, and return encouragement, and return praise?
These are the questions I am asking myself as I remember him today.
So...we celebrate tonight. Clay is coming over and we are going to toast on the sand to a life lived to the fullest. We will probably laugh, as we usually do, about the fact that Aaron was buried in Clay's black dress shoes by accident, and though expensive as they were, there couldn't have been a better fate for the black leather kicks.
It's nice having somebody nearby that knew his face and his laugh, his kindness and his smile. Although he will never be forgotten or moved from his permanent place in my heart, it is easy to live this, my own life as a completely seperate and detached one, with all new faces and names,places, new hang outs, cars, homes, friends, jobs, (and most importantly) husband, dog and all. But I have to continue checking myself and retracing the common threads that have come together as one all encompassing journey.
Again, it's nice to have someone, well, 2 someones, around today that can remember with me. It's comforting.
I usually don't get this candid about my feelings regarding this special person that I lost 5 years ago. Very, very recently, however, my spirit has been freed up to do just that. I like that.
Time goes on. It's already Friday of a busy work week. It's already August of a whirlwind year. It goes by fast. How often do we actually think about and assess where we are and how far we have come? How often do we tell the people that have walked through so much of life with us that we love them and wouldn't trade them for all the riches in the world? How often do we take the moments to return favors, and return encouragement, and return praise?
These are the questions I am asking myself as I remember him today.
2 Comments:
Dear Anna,
What a joy to hear from you and to know that your beautiful voice will rise again to be heard to the glory of God.... I am so blessed to hear from you! We have company or I would write more, but send me your e-mail address. Mine is bholz@asbury.edu. I promise to write more!
Love to you... Bea Holz
i, too, have lost your email and hat to ask for it on a post such as this, but Sarah and I are leaving for Boston in a couple weeks and were trying to figure out if your two lovely faces might grace the presence of our son again...
love and grace,
Phil
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