I am having one of those nostalgic days where I wish I were about 7 years old walking in the field with my grandpa (a.k.a Poppy) early in the morning going to get the cows and bring them in. Why can't we understand in that moment, that it's the only moment? There will not be others.
"Moonlight" Graham said it best in Field of Dreams... "You know we just don't recognize the most significant moments of our lives while they're happening. Back then I thought, well, there'll be other days. I didn't realize that that was the only day."
I can still smell the hay and the dewy grass. I can hear the cows off in the distance and I can see my grandfather walking upright and strong, carrying a big walking stick in all of his glory. We spot the cattle and Poppy gives Crystal (my grandfathers trusty border collie)the order to herd em' up. Off she goes with all of her might. So anxious to please her master. She barks and chases with no fear of these creatures that are so much bigger than her. When she has finished, she returns to my grandfather with a the look of loyalty, searching for some sign of approval.
Onward, back to the house. As we get closer we can make out a figure standing at the fence patiently awaiting our return. What did she ponder in those moments as she would often wait for my grandfather to return? If I had to guess, I would say she prayed. Probably for her family and friends. She probably asked God for forgiveness for things we would consider to be petty. I believe on the days her grandchildren were visiting, she anticipated all of the precious time she would get to spend with us and wished whole heartily that we all lived closer.
Today I ponder her memory and I whole heartily wish she lived closer.
I just have not been able to write a blog this month that didn't refer to her, because she has been on my heart even more than usual. Please God, never let me forget the sound of her voice.
Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.
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