This Father’s Day the weather was a mixture of downpours and steamy interludes of sun. No time to get anything started in between showers. It was a day of sitting, and thinking. And remembering
One of my friends and I had an honest conversation the next day. She recently lost her dad, and her husband has had heart surgery and cancer, and she has employment concerns that remain unsettled.
My friend has many things to ponder. Overwhelming memories and concerns. So on Fathers Day, with all its time for mind wandering, she had told her husband, “I know yesterday was officially the longest day of the year, but I don’t think this day will ever end.”
I find myself thinking that myself. Not so much about each day, but about the season we find ourselves in.
Yes, it’s officially summer. The season that means long days, filled with fun activities and time for naps. Heat and humidity, bird songs and crickets, fireflies at night.
In my experience and memory, summer has always been a carefree time of lighthearted joys.
This year is different. In every way, 2020 has brought events and concerns that no one could have imagined or believed, if they had not happened as they did.
Nature continues her same lively pattern, and I have never been more thankful. It’s a welcome diversion from more serious concerns. A celebration of life, and a nod to fulfilled expectations.
Yes, there are lessons to be learned during these days, changes to strive for, and many blessings to be thankful for, even in the midst of these “unprecedented times.”
But the days seem long and the season of uncertainty continues.