I was looking at dates tonight, though I'm not sure why. My mother's birthday would soon, January 25th and she would of been 90 years old in just a couple of days. That seems so old and it doesn't seem possible. After all, she has only been gone 4 years now, come March. But, I looked into other dates. My father died when he was 63. My mother was only 56 years old at that time when she lost her husband. That is my age now. That doesn't seem old. In fact, now more than ever I see my Mother as a having been a young widow. She lost her husband when she was just my age. They had been married for 37 years when my father passed away. I've been married for 34 years (this year). She lived another 30 years after the loss of her husband. In seeing that clearly tonight, I came to realize that the ring which I wear around my neck, my mother's wedding ring, is 71 years old this year. I can remember my mother always saying that she wanted to live at least into the new century. She watched it turned; 2000. I remember us discussing the changes that we read on and she remembered, over the years into the new era. And now, its hard to believe that its already 2010.
I've been sitting here for the past two hours just reading back and I've scrolled all the way to the beginning. I'm so grateful that I started this blog, and started it exactly when I did. In this blog, I have so captured so much of life.