In THE Stream

The alarm goes off...it's 7:30a.m..  I get up, take a shower...what do I wear?  I get dressed, make my morning tea.  I walk upstairs and look at my little boy, sleeping in a world of bliss, unaware that I am even there.  I do my makeup, make my lunch and wait for my mother to arrive to watch my son.  Sometimes I put on the radio and listen to the selection of the day, wishing it was my selection of yesterday.  I get in my car, drive down the same street, to the same parking lot, to the same parking spot.  I walk down the same walk-way, greet today's ship in the lock and Jonathen waiting at the window for his daily french fry and ice cream cone.  I sign the book, put my lunch in the fridge and venture to my desk that is set in amongst the relics of the past.  Nothing seems out of the ordinary until....
Each day a surprise happens, but nothing is the same as a life flashing before your eyes.  I look at her, she looks at me, I wonder what will happen next.  I take her upstairs, I panic, I pray....please, don't let this happen yet.  In amongst the relics where I dwell on a daily basis are people who know far more than I do and far more than I ever will.  They have survived world wars and who knows what more and they are still here to tell their story.  Yet what would we do if we lost them without their story?...
After an event like today...facing a possible loss of an 88 year old friend, I stop and think...what more do I need to know?
The fact is, it will never end, I will never know everything that they could have shared.  Never will I have felt what they felt,  but I will respect what they are...a person from a world which I will never know, possibly never understand.  Either way, I respect all that they stand for and dream of a time that all of this will come together.
As I sit here and write this blog I can hear my son, my husband and King of Queen's in the background and I know...my family may only know what it is like to live in the present with our comedic escapes, but I will always wonder what it was like to live in the past, without them....
I'm thinking of you June.