The kids and I came home from that service thinking how sad it was that we only remembered those who have crossed over to the Other Side fleetingly, like when we came across an old photo. We wanted to make those memories a part of our everyday lives.
Yet sometimes I wonder if I selfishly just want to be with the kids a little more. After all, in seven years, Junior will be graduating from high school, preparing for college. Or perhaps I’m afraid of having nothing to say to other adults. To some degree, I feel I’ve lost the ability to communicate freely with anyone over the age of 10. That’s sad.