I think about the family and friends who helped me stand, helped me to walk, and helped me to run. I think about the shadows, the darkness, but most of all the light that comes into these memories. The times I played, the times I worked, the times that raced me into and through the hard jobs with people who kept me going toward tomorrow.
Memories of Thanksgivings come to mind; memories of family and friends gathered around the table to eat, and to laugh and be grateful; those times were the best of times, and sometimes the worst….now fading as I age, once here, now going.
The sun comes up each morning, and waves the passing of time into night’s darkness; moisture settles across the field of sunflowers, and the last light reflects the dew as it lingers on petals, feeding the thirst of the tiny lady bug. In these moments I watch; in these moments I wait; in times like these I give thanks for these memories.