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