Summers’ Farewell

Transitions are normal. Change is constant. They shouldn’t surprise us.

And yet when they happen, it can dramatically shift the landscape of our lives.

I remember those long summer eve’s as a kid. We played ferociously, often past twilight, until either our mom or grandmother(who lived with us), finally called us home.

I can still hear their voices ring.

We wanted to stay in those moments forever, but we solemnly said farewells to friends-knowing we’d see them again.

Foreshadowing gives foresight, even to children. And the poignancy paigned our hearts.

I still long for one more hour; one more magical moment, when we were free of the tortures of adulthood.

Our grandmother, a kind and gentle soul, whose smile always enthusiastically entered our world, accompanied by the soft Mediterranean blue in her eyes, lived a life serving others.

An hour ago, my dad informed us that she is expected to pass this week.

Memories are flashing through my mind; summers upon summers ago.

Time seems to arbitrarily encroach on all; our freedoms, our youth, and ultimately our life.

Busy chasing children, dreams, and endless to-do’s, we are stumbling through-often haphazardly, forgetting to savour this precious passing gift.

Turning a page, unfortunately can mean continuing on with one less hand to hold.

One less heart to hug.

Embracing life ultimately also includes learning to embrace endings.

The young too, will age; their bloom too, shall end.

That which once soared and savoured summers, will one eve too, be called home.

A final farewell.