You Capture: Comfort

Comfort...

A few more moments in a soft bed

A tight hug from a tiny body

An unexpected cup of coffee

A welcome embrace

A toothless smile

A bowl of salty chips

A familiar face in a new crowd

A favorite pair of jeans

A firm, protective touch

An old couch

A peaceful home

A warm, gracious greeting

A plush pillow

A decadent dessert

A cheesy, caloric pasta

An understanding shoulder

A silent massage

A snuggly frog

Wishing you comfort, however you find it.

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David

I remember him as the blonde, stocky father who seemed slightly out of place waiting in the preschool hallway among mostly SAHMs.   We would all chat while waiting for our two-year-olds to be released.  He had a nice smile and kind eyes.  He never said much, but when he did speak, it was in a deep British accent.  That was three years ago.


Today I ran into his wife at swimming lessons.  I hadn't seen her since last May when our children finished up their last week of preschool.  On several occasions throughout the preschool year, we had chatted a bit, but nothing of substance.  Her two children were in the same classes with my two oldest children, so we had something in common.  Her daughter is 6, her son is 4.


She came up to me and started a conversation;  "how's it going?" "whatcha been up to?" Standard stuff.  And then somewhere, as the conversation flowed, she mentioned that her husband had passed away in October.


 "He had brain cancer," she said, "the kind Edward Kennedy had." 


He had been given one year to live, and lived for five.  They discovered the cancer when she was pregnant with their daughter, their first child.  On their daughter's first day of Kindergarten, he was rushed to the ER in critical condition.  He died two months later. 


As I was standing there listening, my eyes swelled up with tears.  It was hard to imagine that strong sweet man lying on his deathbed.  I pictured his wife trying to pick up the pieces of her life, and continue to carry on; to continue on with things like swimming lessons, and cooking dinner, and keeping up the business that they started together...without him, all while coping with her own tremendous loss and sorrow.


I knew very little about her family until today.  And yet now I can't stop thinking about them.


Later during the swim lesson, her children came over and were talking to me.  Their hair was still dripping wet from their own lessons, and they were asking lots of questions.  They wanted to watch my boys swim and noticed that my son had just received a haircut.  They asked me, "What does their Daddy look like?"  and as I was answering, I noticed that these children both looked very much like their own Daddy; the same sweet smile, the same kind eyes.  It was hard for me to keep from imagining how lonely their house must feel, how empty it must be when they come home from swimming lessons, or wherever they spend their days.  It was painful to consider how much they must miss him.


While she was talking to me, I was struck by how positive she was, and not in a fake "putting on a good face" way.  It just seemed to me that she is typically and genuinely an upbeat, positive person.  She mentioned that she cries "sixty to eighty" times a day, but her overall demeanor seemed bright.  I felt thankful for that, for her sake.  I would probably lock myself in a dark room and never want to come out.


A random, unexpected conversation changed my day.  Just another reminder of how life can go from la-di-da to tragic in a moment.  A reminder of how important it is to value each day.  A reminder of how important is it is to find ways to be positive about life and not get caught up in the negative. A reminder to never take life's happy moments for granted, and to always strive to make more moments joyful.  Life is too short.

A Little Too Much

If I played with my children a little
If I ate and talked and cuddled with my husband a little
If I exercised a little
If I read my book a little
If I wrote a little
If I socialized a little
If I cleaned a little
If I washed and folded a little
If I walked my dogs a little 
and
If I didn't yell too much
If I didn't spend too much
If I didn't eat too much
If I didn't waste too much time on the computer (ahem...)

Then I fall asleep at peace.

I just wish those days happened a little more often...

"I still find each day too short for all the thoughts I want to think, all the walks I want to take, all the books I want to read, and all the friends I want to see."

*John Burroughs