I believe that days go slow and years go fast,
And every breath’s a gift, the first one to the last. – Josh Kear, Eddie Hill, David Frasier
Yesterday, following an afternoon that included geocaching with Maggie Faith and watching three — count ’em — three episodes of Death in Paradise, I mentioned to her that I needed to get busy and write a blog for tomorrow. “What do you think I should write about?” I asked her, as she ate her onion rings and I slurped my limeade recently purchased from Sonic.
“Hmmm,” she said thoughtfully. “I think you should write about how we went geocaching and found two caches, and how we always go to Sonic after we geocache, and how that’s our tradition.”
I explained to her that while it was a very good suggestion, I had written so often about our geocaching experiences and our subsequent trips to Sonic that I thought people’s eyes would glaze over if I tried again. (Though I will mention offhandedly that we went two for two, and we each found one. It doesn’t get much better than that, geocachewise.)…..
But having said that, it occurred to me that the importance of my yesterday is that I spent good, quality time with one of my grandkids. Actually, with two of my grandkids, because Addie is the one who reached out and called me mid-morning to begin with.
“Nana, I just got finished with Swim Team and I’m hungry,” she said. “Can we go have breakfast?” What? A chance to spend valuable time with my 16-year-old granddaughter AND eat? Why would I turn down that opportunity?
I have used the words with which I began this post more than any other quotation simply because they resonate with me every time I hear Luke Bryant sing that song. (The truth of the matter is that those words resonate with me far into the night, because it wins the award for the song most likely to be on an endless track from the time I crawl into bed until I finally throw in the towel and Luke and I get up the next morning.) While I’m not sure that most people are good, as the song claims, I am certain beyond the shadow of a doubt that we must enjoy every minute that we have with those we love. Because years go fast. And s**t happens.
I sent an email to a former colleague who also knew my friend Megan to let him know of her passing. While he’s not as rich and famous as Luke Bryant, his response was just as wise: Wow. Time is fleeting and life is too short.
In a desperate attempt to not let this post become too maudlin, let me tell you that there is another reason that it’s good to spend time with a grandkid or two. Death in Paradise, a murder mystery that is set on a fictitious Caribbean island, is, well, not going to win any awards for creativity or meaningful writing. But it’s just plain fun to watch, all those ocean views and that reggae music as background and all. Still, it’s nice to tell Bill (as he heads outside to do some actual work) that I’m going to stay with Magnolia and watch this program in case anything comes up that seems inappropriate. Besides, watching a program like Death in Paradise with a very bright 11-year-old is a ton of fun. From the first scene, she begins finding clues and guessing potential murderers. Being a fan of the murder mystery genre myself, it makes my heart happy.
Life is short: might as well enjoy it with an 11-year-old on a desert island.