My friend Isaac took me to supper this past Saturday night, to celebrate my Sunday birthday. (#souldate). Visiting with him is always a good time to catch up on each other’s lives, enjoy a meal together and discuss some of the deeper issues of heart, mind and soul. He provides a valued sounding board for my random musings, creative endeavors and family “stuff”.
Over the table, we hash out the dreams and doldrums of life, including the relentless passage of time that a birthday always brings to mind. I mentioned to him a country song from the 90’s that tells the story of a family at 3 different life stages, and how poignantly it speaks to the changes we all endure and witness. If you are interested, look up artist Tracy Lawrence’s “Time Marches On”. It is an intelligently written yet simple narrative of one family’s life story.
Our niece is getting married a month from today, a lovely and accomplished young woman whose birth I remember vividly. We will be traveling to Houston to gather with the Cutshaw side of the family and celebrate her wedding, as well as my and Sweet Pea’s 32nd wedding anniversary, and Cutshaw Grand Poobah Howard’s birthday. As I look forward to this wonderful occasion, my happiness is tempered a bit by sadness at the unexpected death of a friend.
Ellen had moved to California at the end of 2012 and I had not managed to keep in touch the way I would have liked. Still, as I explained to a mutual colleague, just knowing she was “out there” comforted me. Now, knowing that she is not, is a kind of sad that is quite undefinable.
Once more I am reminded of an old adage, that I need to stop and smell the roses. The daily-ness of life lulls me into complacency…until there is a wedding, a birthday…a death. Every day is an occasion to be savored and shared with the people around me. God, give me eyes to see and a heart to appreciate both the monumental and the mundane occasions You set before me daily. Amen and Amen.