The other night I was walking on the main street in the small town where I live. The city had just recently decorated it with Christmas lights. It has just turned dark, and as I walked along the street merchants and people in the stores waved at me and I waved back. It was warm out and although it was the night before Thanksgiving, I had elected not to wear a coat. I mention this only because since it was so Capraesque it was truly a "moment" for me.
Another happened the evening of Thanksgiving. We were all at my sister's lovely home. My son Jake and his partner Domingo had just arrived. They immediately joined in a game of "Apples to Apples". I sat out in the sun room with my Dad. I watched as they all sat around the table and laughed and joked and talked. It was a thing of beauty and wonder to watch. I said to my Dad, "you can't buy wonderful moments like this." He agreed.
If when I die if I am allowed to go back and revisit a time in my life, like the girl in "Our Town", I would go back to a time like Thanksgiving 2012. When we were mostly all together, and we were mostly healthy, and we were happy, and we were most definitely all in love with each other. This is life my friend. That elusive, sudden, and wonderful gift. Drink it in while you can.
Having what I refer to as "moments" is when you suddenly appreciate how wonderful that moment is.
I have had more than my share.
