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,