I dropped my husband off to meet a friend and then took myself on an artist's date.
I hadn't planned to do that. In fact, I was in the middle of grading.
But at the last minute, I turned right
and found myself at one of our city's most historic cemetaries.
I walked and then drove and then walked again.
Looking at beautiful statues
and reading the tombstones,
which go back to the 1700s
and maybe even the 1600s.
Then I looked up and saw her....
and thought she was gorgeous.
As I walked,
I came upon a grave that had been carefully tended
and saw that it belonged to a wife, mother, grandmother.
They had left presents for her and pretty things hanging from the tree limbs.
A big ribbon that floated in the breeze and a dream catcher.
At times I was sad and missed my mother.
I missed going to visit her and watching as she and my daughter
had tea parties in the living room
and went to feed the ducks
at the lake together.
But, even though I was a bit sad yesterday,
it felt good to be out with the sun on my face
and seeing the past and the heartache and knowing
that life goes on. And that we don't know when our last day will come.
So we really have to eek out as much joy from each day that we can.
Even when we do have lots.of.papers.to.grade.