February 5, 2016

Rewind…I wrote on Thursday morning and hit the wrong key
and erased it as I jumped to grab my notebook
and head into the world. Later, I will get back… later.
The day was  about a fabulous truck
 that was so long it extended over the driveway
 in a fabulous townhome community
and nixed the choice of the fabulous couple.
And then there was the letter my mother
wrote in 1958 when I was in college about
how Fred’s mother befriended her, this newcomer from a
very small town in Virginia.
And then seeing Fred and his wife, sweethearts in high school,
 that evening, at a gathering of the class of ’57 MPHS
 and telling him about the letter
and thanking him, fifty-eight years later.
Opening the letter from Roads Scholar
updating information on my 77^th birthday gift
 to myself in July: “we will go to the Blue Lagoon
 in Iceland on Day 1.”
Then receiving a text at dinner at Shun Lee
with classmates, an offer presented for the home
I have listed off Rea Road.
And not lastly, gathering all the documents
 I now need for tomorrow’s meeting to try to sell
 the family crypts we held at Sharon Mausoleum
 now empty. We scattered their ashes on a hillside
next to the forest where we lived in Virginia.
Happier times for them.
What we know, it is the small pieces
 that make the whole and each is treasured.