I don’t think anyone would argue with me when I say that life can be bittersweet. This past weekend brought it home to me in a very personal way.
On Saturday, Greg, Carrie and I attended the wedding of Greg’s cousin Anne. Although I am not linked to her by blood, I am very happy that she is also my cousin, even if only by marriage. She is a unique and wonderful human. It was an honor to get to spend this special day with her and her new husband, Peter. The service was lovely, the bride was beautiful and the reception was a truly excellent way to spend a summer afternoon in delightful surroundings with very congenial, laughing people gathered to celebrate this happy new phase of Anne and Peter’s life together.
We committed to this event a while back and before I knew that a room would become available at an assisted living facility for my 87 year old mother.
The last time I saw my mother, it seemed clear to me that it was time for her to be cared for in a way that was not possible for me or any of my six siblings on our own and my understanding is that things have gotten progressively worse for her since I was there.
But dealing with the logistics of the whole affair was left to my siblings who live near my mother in Ohio. We live almost 800 miles away in Massachusetts, so I am not always up on what is happening on a day to day basis or able to contribute in a concrete, everyday way.
Yesterday, my wonderful siblings did what was best for my mother who was not happy or cooperative about her situation and I have an untold amount of gratefulness for them in my heart. They are the best!
Life is often bittersweet and the moments, both the good ones and the bad ones, are fleeting. Although when we are experiencing the bad moments often those moments don’t seem to be so short-lived.
Alfred E. Kahn said, “Life is a concatenation of ephemeralities” – happenings linked together that last a very short time. To me, that seems right most of the time. Time does fly.
Last weekend in Maine was certainly over too soon for Greg, Carrie and me. Still, while this past weekend was technically the same number of hours both in Ohio and Maine, I’m sure the weekend must have lasted a very, very long time for my sibs.