When IB (grandson) was going back to Houston, after a month’s stay here during the summer holidays, I kept getting more melancholy 🙁 day by day. Sunshine was going to be missing from our lives till he got back to us next year.
A friend told me to get more photos of him to last me a year of deprivation (as if that could suffice). She thought the photos could last me an year of not seeing him.
For the first month after he left, I would look at the videos, and photographs, reliving each moment again. Slowly my heartache dulled. The photo above is a favorite one. It bounces to life on my iPhone, when I click on it. IB smiles before the photo stills.
If lingering on was an option
Moments liked, would have stretched them
To days that never ended
When my husband was alive, I used to look forward to going on holidays. It used to be an escape from the daily routine of my life. My life in those days was pretty much hectic, and very tiring.
When the day for departure would dawn, I would love every minute that passed. It was a day of relief from the humdrum of my life. I used to be very happy on the day we were leaving home.
And on the day we were returning home, I would miss the days we spent away from home.
Tell us about times in which you linger — when you don’t want an event, or a day to end. What is it you love about these times? Why do you wish you could linger forever?