So, I hope everyone’s Thanksgiving was good! I spent mine laid out on my den floor with the stomach flu and bronchitis. Still, it was a good time because I got to catch up on those important hours of sleep! Still trying to recover though… ANYWAY…
I’m going to get all mushy for this one. I’m not necessarily a fan of Jimmy Fallon but I saw this video on Facebook the other day about how his mother had passed. I know that death is an inevitable part of life but these types of things hit pretty close to home for me.
I didn’t have the luxury of having a mom in the house. Don’t worry. It wasn’t because she was a drug addict or she had a streak of infidelity and ran off with another man. I absolutely feel for the kids who get left in the wind on the fundamental premise that their parents didn’t want them. I can personally vouch that we can be a handful and that you want to strangle us sometimes but that is either here nor there…
My mother died of ovarian cancer when I was a baby. She didn’t get the chance to see me graduate, my first band concert, senior night during marching season, or any other of my personal highlights. Some would argue that she was there in spirit but she wasn’t there in the way that I desperately needed her to be.
I don’t even have many memories of her. Nothing but a vague impression and stories that my old man would tell… which is really the heart of this entry. Not so much the fact that she is gone but the memories of her. Or, even the memories of family and friends gone by that we find ourselves longing for in times of trial. In those things we find life… we find meaning in the struggles, the ups and downs, the bitter sting of defeat and the exaltation of victory.
We search, everyday, for something tangible to make memories stand out and make them special. Sometimes it’s who we are with, where we are, or even what we are doing. But, it’s always something tangible… always something on which we can lay or hands. Otherwise, it’s just an empty gesture that we engage in daily and take for granted.
It isn’t very often that we come face to face with the element that gives life. It isn’t such a thing that we can buy in a store or find in our friends because we can’t lay hands on what makes one instance much more memorable than any others. As people, we have the tendency to place value on things which we can place our hands and as a result, we find ourselves lacking something that we can determine as “real.” Our interests lie in the results and not necessarily the means.
There are times when we do come face to face with life and each time is a unique opportunity to make something special… to make memories that bring life back to us instead of it being a monument of days passed like we do now.
We don’t know with whom, when, or where we may find this elusive thing but all of us know it when we recognize its presence and importance as a companion.
Or, in my personal instance, a storyteller and the path I’ve been been on has been long, tedious, and tiresome.
Occasionally, I’ll get my hand squeezed three times and it’s made it known that I’m in good company and know that I’m in the right place.
Just like today…
P.S: Bumblebee can tell the story much better than I ever could and he actually inspired most of this. Along with Mr. Fallon and Taylor Swift’s song “New Year’s Day.”