Courtesies of a small and trivial character are the ones which strike deepest in the grateful and appreciating heart. ~Henry Clay
“We really cannot go back in time.” This is what Cassie was thinking as she sat gazing out the window. Time flies by – we cannot capture it, we cannot go back. She really did love this time of year – the leaves falling, the beautiful colors, the pace of life slowing down. Time to get the sweaters and jackets out, to turn the heat on, and to enjoy the occasional fire in the evening.
How long ago was it that they were all getting together, all of the families for holiday meals? Parents, grandparents, brothers, sisters, cousins – controlled chaos, family favorites on the dinner table, music in the background, kids playing. How long ago was that? The grandparents are gone, a good number of the parents are gone. The children of that time are grown, with children and grandchildren of their own.
“Cassie, are you ready?”
Cassie stood up, mentally shaking herself. “I am as ready as I will ever be.” She turned and smiled at James. They had been married for over thirty years, and he was still her touchstone.
“Been going down memory lane again?”
“Just a little. I am still not used to the quiet in the house, although there are times when I am very glad t hat it is there!”
“Well, that quiet is not going to last for long. It only takes thirty minutes to get to Stephanie and John’s, and then you will have all the noise and commotion that one Grandmother can handle!”
Cassie laughed. “James, have I told you that I loved you today? That I am so thankful for your being in my life all these years?”
“Get in the car – you can tell me on the way!” James put his arm around Cassie as he closed the door to the house behind them. Memories of his own surrounded him – good memories, supportive memories. Memories of their life together.
© November 2010 Bonnie Cehovet