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A Moment

Most moments in our lives pass unnoticed, without remark or consciousness.

Then, there are those that mean something, or that we choose to mean something,

   that become a placeholder for our lives, to add meaning, understanding, passage

    a demarcation that bestows significance

My daughter graduated, under rainy skies and cool breezes.

The white tents in the grass flapped empty and lonely like a cancelled wedding

We sat in a loud gymnasium rather than in the grass quad surrounded by trees

I was there with a thousand other proud parents;

I circled her name in the program.  I waited for the moment when it was to be called; being    

   slightly afraid I'd miss it

And I whistled and yelled, but I don't think quite enough.  I didn't seem to mark the moment.

It was a moment, and I knew it, expected it, wanted it to be.

   so badly.  

Bittersweet.  I like that word, it explains life so well.

I like the idea of bittersweet and I wanted to have it envelope me that day.

I tried to hold on to it.   Like a good dream that comes too late in the morning and wont be prolonged quite far enough

I wanted to hold on, to understand what it meant.  I knew it meant so much,

   or, at least, I wanted it too.

I held on to understand what this meant to her.

I held on to remember my own graduation and the dream I then only fainty realized I had just experienced in my four years of college

I held on because I know her next steps take her further away.

I held on to feel what she felt in the mixture of joy, relief, sadness, confusion;

   all that goes with parting from friends who alone know the exerience you shared.

I held on to make sense of my life.  Making sense of moments makes them meaningful.  

I want life to be meaningful

I wish I would have written something that evening.  In the full emotion of the day.

I thought about it.

And now, like that dream, it is fading into morning light.  I can't remember all that was, or seemed to be, profound and important as I watched my daughter those two days.  

I want it to mean something enduring, symbolic and permanent.  

I want my life to be important, to reflect a famous quote from someone, to be in granite.  

Not so everyone will know it mattered, just so that I will.

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Jun 4, 2013
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