I focus on squeezing as much joy out of each moment of each day and making as many pleasant memories for others and myself as I can.
One of the traditions my oldest grandson, three-year old Thomas and I have created is that he asks me to be the one to carry him to the car at the end of his visits. It is usually dark when he and his family leave, and as I carry him I often ask, “Where’s the moon? Do you see the moon?” We search the sky and when the moon is visible whoever spots it first points at it and excitedly yells, “There it is!” When he was quite a bit younger he sometimes confused the glow from a as the moon, but he soon learned the difference.
I often say or whisper to him, “Whenever I see the moon, I think of you!” Sometimes, instead, I ask, “Guess who I think of when I see the moon?” He either responds with great big smiles or yells, “ME!” I grin and say, “Yes! I think of you whenever I see the moon.” And it’s true.
I like to think that even if I die today he’ll always have these memories whenever he sees the moon. May they be filled with love and happiness.
I plan to create similar traditions with our twin grandsons, Zachary and Alexander. They’re about 2-1/2 years old. Their father (our son Brian) is in the USAF and is stationed thousands of miles away, but we’re still blessed to be able to see them three or four times per year for a week or two at a time. I also have a great love for both those grandsons and the rain and stars, so perhaps Zach and I will share the rain, and Alex and I the stars. Time will tell. If Time permits…