Two things happened the Thursday before Mother’s Day that made me realize how growing up in a small town can be such a great thing.
First, I called to order flowers for Mother’s Day. I didn’t have to tell the person I was talking to who the flowers were for. She knew that they were for “Mrs. Margaret”. Everyone knows who my Mamma is. She knew me and assured me that they would make something special for my mamma.
Then, I posted a picture of my Dad because it’s the anniversary his death. Until today, I never realized what an impact his death had and still has on my friends. I knew we were a close knit community, but today I found out we were and still are a family. I guess when you’re wrapped up in your own grief as a 13 year old kid, you’re not always aware of what’s going on around you.
It was humbling after having been gone for all these years to find out that time and distance really are only constructs of our own creation. We can still reach out across both of them to reconnect “the now and the here” with “the then and the there”.
