Moments in Time

Time is moments once spent never to be returned again.    We may be at the same physical location and even with the same people, but each day and every moment within that day is unique to its own.

One summer my husband and I met up with my daughter while she was in Orlando for a business trip.  The three of us drove over to Daytona Beach for a few days of relaxation before she was to head back to London where she was lives.

Since we don’t see her a lot, we treasure each moment we have together.  We had a great time just hanging out, walking the beach, catching up on happenings going on with our family and each other.

How beautiful she looked standing against the ocean backdrop for a picture.  Her soft white coverup flowing in the wind, wearing a straw hat and that gorgeous smile.

 The next day after she had left, while sitting on our balcony overlooking that same spot on the beach, that particular image was still so fresh in my mind that it felt like I could reach out and touch her.  But that moment had fled.   She was now across that vast Atlantic in another part of the world.  My husband and I were still there, the beach was the same as well as the condo, but the moments the three of us enjoyed together those two days were gone forever.

Oh, there would be more moments.  We were already looking forward to her return to visit us at our home in Tennessee in October with the rest of our family and my husband and I were looking forward to our remaining two days on the beach as a couple; yet those two special days would never return again.

I often think back to my childhood.  I can see my mother standing on the front porch of our small frame house.   Some of the sights and sounds  of that simpler time are etched so vividly in my mind that I feel I could go back there.  It was a real place, a real time, but it is no more.  The house is still there,  though aged from weather and time, but mother has passed on and I’m no longer that child.