YOU WILL SMILE AGAIN – BUT NEVER THE SAME WAY

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This week always causes me to suffer from a devastating feeling of melancholia.  My son, Andrew, left our home for a holiday in New York on October 11, 2002.  He was a vibrant, handsome young man.  The next time I saw him, he was a shell of a person.

After eleven years, I have been able to smile again.  But…

I hear the football games announced and the marching band play and I see Andrew waving from Haddonfield High’s football field on an autumn Friday night.

I hear Bruce Springsteen play and I see Andrew’s grin as he leaves for his last concert.

I walk in Crows Woods and remember walking our dog together.  I see a Black Lab and my heart leaps.

The little midget Bull Dogs under the lights brings me to tears.

“Time it was and what a time it was, it was 

A time of innocence, a time of confidences.

Long ago, it must be, I have a photograph.

              Preserve you memories they’re all that’s left to you.”  Paul Simon

Go make some memorable moments this weekend,

Bernadette

About Bernadette

I live in the small town of Haddonfield, NJ. I am at an age in my life when I seem to spend time thinking and musing about life. These musings are usually stimulated by my walks through Haddonfield, my reading of books and fellow bloggers, and my interaction with my group of fabulous family and friends.

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