Yesterday

“Yesterday, all my troubles seemed so far away. Now it looks as though they’re here to stay. Oh, I believe in yesterday”. The Beatles

I found out yesterday that my best childhood friend died last week. Bob and I were mates from elementary grades through high school, and a bit beyond. He was my best man in our wedding and a good friend to Cheryl, too. We haven’t been in personal contact for years, but he is indelibly etched in my fondest remembrances. Writing this piece creates a few tears as I realize that I cannot reach him again as was our plan for next year.

I ask myself, “Do I miss Bob that much or is it the memories I miss so desperately?”. Both, I conclude, because he and they are intricately tied together. My childhood and coming-of-age years are a mixed-bag so-to-speak. They were some of the most wonderful days of my life. If you’re like me and led a somewhat ‘normal’ life, they conjure up a potpourri of feelings ranging from extreme exuberance to numbing insecurity. Some of the mischief Bob and I got into was just plain craziness, and surprisingly we survived.

No matter, as those days are behind us. However, my association with Bob did positively contribute to my becoming a more responsible person (however one wants to describe this attribute). Although I literally missed decades of spending time with my friend, I believe his integrity and easy-going attitude, honed while still young, helped me navigate a particular dysfunctional period of my youth.

Lewis Carroll once quipped, “It’s no use going back to yesterday, because I was a different person then”. I have pondered this statement and am still trying to discern if I agree with it. But what I do know is that life’s experiences affect us in countless ways. There are no “Do Overs” and dwelling on regrets doesn’t benefit anyone. Fortunately, I do believe in the positive power of “Fresh Starts”.

Regardless of where one may land while contemplating Lewis’ point-of-view, there seems to be something wonderful about ‘living in the moment’. As Carly Simon famously sang, “These are the good old days”. Let’s hope so, anyway.

Garden of Angels

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Drove by a cemetery on my way home yesterday

This tree captured my attention so I stopped to see it up close

It is a memorial of sorts with all manner of happy remembrances, letters and photos

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Loved ones pronouncing the past with exuberance

I suspect those in remembrance would be happy with the holiday cheer

Glitter and garland aren’t limited to pine trees indoors

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Memory can affect us in a myriad of ways

These folks chose to think of happier times

Makes me wonder what am I making now

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Angels of sorts perhaps

Joyful memories despite all of life’s struggles

Jesus making Christmas possible

Merry Christmas to all

LEAVES

Trunk & Leaves (2)

Yesterday, I watched a multitude of vibrant colored leaves fall to the ground caused by a strong southern wind. What once was green grass is now red and pale maple leaves (the pale being the underside of each leaf).

Within a short period of time I was looking at a carpet laid down by nature…fascinating!

I recalled as a child witnessing the same spectacle while sitting inside our home and looking out of our picture window. Then, leaves in abundance meant leaves to play with. Did you ever rake-up huge piles of leaves then run a jump on top of them? I did, along with my sisters. Running and jumping into the pile wasn’t good enough so we climbed our large Silver Maple tree from where the leaves came from and dropped onto the pile.

Unfortunately the pile didn’t cushion the falls as well as we wished so we kept adding more and more leaves to the pile and climbed higher and dropped farther each time. Eventually, the effort and the pain wasn’t worth it so we would stop, but boy was that fun for awhile!

Mom would have liked us to finish the raking job, but we just couldn’t as hot chocolate needed our full attention.

Remember when?