A Relationship that Skidded and Fell

Some afterthoughts 50 years later…

Pilgrim on a Long, Long Journey

“Memoir is about handing over your life to someone and saying, This is what I went through, this is who I am, and maybe you can learn something from it.” Jeannette Walls, an American writer and journalist.

Memoir simply is a French word for memory. Some just stick in your craw and won’t go away.

I remember a number of such incidents as a self-unaware, college student. I had a lovely, growing relationship with a coed from another school.

She was buoyant and spontaneous. I remember once we ate at a down-home diner and I scarfed an exceedingly, unhealthy, chili dog down my innards in about 3 nanoseconds. On the way out the door she laughed and noted that she could drop some of her table manners with me at times, when, I was so engrossed in the “food race” that I wouldn’t notice.

Then on meeting her parents and…

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The Gift

Referring to today, the late theologian and author, Frederick Buechner, said, “IT IS A MOMENT OF LIGHT surrounded on all sides by darkness and oblivion. In the entire history of the universe, let alone in your own history, there has never been another just like it and there will never be another just like it again. “

How important are your days? You don’t know which one will be your last on this planet.

My mind’s eye hearkens back to Baltimore, MD, 1975, . I spent many a day in the large autopsy room in Maryland’s Office of the Chief Medical Examiner. If a 65-year-old had no external evidence of trauma or foul play we usually didn’t autopsy. The physician signed them out as arteriosclerotic cardiovascular disease. These medical examiners were not there to investigate unsuspicious deaths.

It taught me that every day over sixty-five, and I am, is a very special gift, to be LIVED. Let’s all be thankful to our Maker for our lives and our abundance come this Thursday. We are blessed.