Buenos Dias

This morning has been fun (with playful work send-offs to your father), productive (by getting out the door to greet the day earlier than usual), fulfilling (in leaving a thoughtful book on your Grandmother's kitchen counter with a note on it as she has always done) and thought-provokingly sad.  The latter is from a concerned call from your Grandfather.  He is worried about his Mom.  Your Great-Grandma Eggen has been living in Noreen McKeen, a nursing home. 

As I sat beside her bed, so focused on her that the sound of yet another nurse giving me a play-by-play on her night was drowned out, I thought about how her eyes were gently closed.  Not far from my mind is how we'll all be gathered in her honor sometime in the future.  I believe that you, Baby, won't have the opportunity to meet her, my Grandma Eggen.  I've resolved myself to understand that this is how life's course runs itself and I'm okay with that.  Hopefully I'm good enough at recounting the memories of your Great Grandma Eggen and Great Grandma & Grandpa Testa well.  Family is special and they have played apart in making you a bit of who you are today too.  Memories and moments are important.  Cherish them always.

Even though my hand was holding Grandma's as she lay in bed, I had to review the clock as it's a work day.  It was 9:33 and it stuck with me.  I wondered how many times in 80 + years my Grandmother had experienced the time of 9:33 as it came and went.  Seemingly inconsequental, I realized that it's still a minute of life.  Now Grandma was winding down, and I wondered how many "9:33's" she, I and everyone has looked over and not thought much of in our daily life.  I hope that I learn to better appreciate the time that I have here even if I am in a hurry or "looking for something to do".  The minutes will never be given back so they should be made to last.  I hope that you realize that early on.

As my thoughts of worry for The Eggen Family coping with this stress, time's shortness and life's importance were moving through my head, I was interrupted by a stranger.  "Buenos dias!" and a smail came my way in the Downtown parking lot.  I'm glad for that.  Thriving off of little moments are happy.  Knowing that is even better.

Love.