I had two very serious realizations recently: time stops for no one and in just two months my life will be entirely different.
My co-worker recently lost her great grandmother. In talking with her and attempting to console her, I was reminded of my grandfather’s death 12 years ago. His death impacted my family in so many ways but it also marked the first real encounter with death for me and most of my cousins. Naturally, once your brain begins to tick, there’s no telling where it will end up. I started thinking of the next eldest members in my family (my grandma and her sister). My heart dropped beyond my feet once my mind crept into that place. I asked my co-worker how old her great-grandmother was and she replied with a proud response of 83.
As if my heart hadn’t dropped enough. My grandmother Is 80 years old (although most would think she’s a mere 65) and she’s sprightly, talkative, always down to go out and loves her libations. She can still tear up a dance floor and she creeps more on Facebook than a 14 year old girl. It’s hard to accept the fact that she’s an 80 year old woman because of how she carries herself, but in the peace of night you can see where Father Time has had a few checkups with her. She’s achy, a little bit slower both mentally and physically, and her patience has be worn thin. I pray that we ring in her 90th birthday the way we brought in her 80th but there is no promise in tomorrow. This realization hit me like a ton of bricks. Cherish the ones you love, make them tell you their life’s story, and spend time with them.
So in two months time, I’ll be fulfilling my dream of moving down to Louisiana for a year of service. This realization hit me as I walked out of the Student Union of my college. That familiar and comfortable feeling will not be present in just a few weeks. I’ll be in a super-humid place, fighting my curls and figuring out how to become a local in one of this country’s greatest cities. Coincidentally a pang of guilt struck me because I will be so far from my friends and family. This reality combats the aforementioned reality. My communication abilities with my family will have to increase. Therefore, I’ve decided to begin an old fashioned…. (drum roll please…) ADDRESS BOOK. A tangible item with addresses and phone numbers so that I can send physical cards, letters, and packages.
Here’s to loved ones, life dreams, and physical mail, ya’ll.