Despite all our outfield saves*
She was quiet and she stared at the sky. There were many ways of pursuing happiness and perhaps half of them were stupid. Most of the time you were a fool and the rest of it in pain.
–H.E. Bates, A Month at the Lake
Sometimes I feel this way. We all do, right? Sometimes I drive around on Saturday mornings going from estate sale to estate sale, feeling really stupid. And sometimes I think how much fun I would be having if my mother was there to ride around with me. She would have loved it. The driving around. The estate sale-ing. The being with me.
Sigh. My mother died 26 years ago today. I think about how much fun we’ve missed these last 26 years. She never even saw most of her grandchildren.
C’est la vie. We take the bitter with the sweet. We do our best. We are grateful for what we have. And had.
* “Honey, It’s Alright” by Gregory Alan Isakov