Standing outside late last night enjoying a moment of almost cool breezes and a full moon I thought about Sandra's poem - Storing September. At almost 60 sometimes I feel like I have to hurry up and get all the things done that I want done before I get too old to do them. I have to shove in all the living and loving that I possibly can in case my brain stops working like my Mother's did. I have to make indelible memories in Zoe's mind so she doesn't forget me.
It is a strange feeling to think that in 20 years or so I won't be here and I won't be any more than a vague memory to most everyone.
Life and Death.... circles of life, living.... dying ... strange emotions
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I feel it too. I feel like I'm on a kind of conveyor belt. Take comfort that you are a mother, and a grandmother. You will be remembered. You have many long years left to be everything you are!
Even at 30 something these thoughts run through my head. Sometimes I feel like there isn't enough of this life for me to experience all that I want to experience and it makes me greedy for every second. My hope is that whatever waits beyond the here and now affords us many opportunities to experience even more than we can imagine.
You will be much more than a faint or distant memory to me and I suspect a lot of others.
I sort of take comfort in this fact from time to time...it means that all the things are just SO DAMN IMPORTANT right now will be gone in a few short years. And it's like being gone will free up room (not physical room perhaps, but some sort of spiritual room?) for those after me.
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