Monday, January 11, 2010



As a child, your parents seem to be a generalized middle aged and grandparents a basic sort of old. Time is not something to be saved. Existence and life spread out forever in front of you.

And, then one day, all of a sudden, you look into your parents’ faces and something has changed. Somehow for years, decades maybe, you didn’t notice time had been etching upon their visages; and with those changes they are moving further towards leaving you. All of sudden you want to gulp them in, you want to understand them, know who they might have been before you. You want to yell sorry for the old faults, for the slammed doors, for the grimaces, for the tears. You want to go back to that moment when time didn’t matter; when you sat on their laps; when they were the most beautiful, most intelligent, the most. You want something back that you didn’t value enough at the time and something you can’t get back when it’s gone.

5 comments:

Zoƫ said...

The passage of time has definitely been for our family. How beautifully said! Thanks.

Johanna GGG said...

beautiful photo, beautiful sentiments

how life changes and yet there is still that push-me pull-me of discovery and regret and the searching of memory for something we never saw when we were there

JennDZ - The Leftover Queen said...

What a beautiful post - and yes, so very true.

Cinnamon-Girl Reeni♥ said...

Very well said! I've had a few moments/thoughts like this in the past year.

Live to Cook at Home said...

Oh so true and something I realize more and more every day.