...and most often are attached to the people that we love. This is the reason that we miss them. They remind us of how much we miss those people.
I've often heard it said that when you are old, and you sit on an old creaky rocking chair on a shady front porch, you will reminisce about the moments of your life; not the days, not the hours, not the years...just the moments.
Since my early days in Active Rain, back in the summer of 2007, so much has changed in my life.
I was never more aware of that than tonight after texting back and forth with my son Rob who is living on Big White in British Columbia and pursuing his dream of excelling at snowboarding.
He spent two years at the University of Guelph, my old university, and then, after a tragic occurrance in the life of one of his closest friends, he decided to take a break from university and pursue his dreams.
He says he's never been happier in his entire life and, for this, I'm very thankful and happy.
Tonight I was reading an old blog of mine, one of my early ones where I waxed philosophical about Grandmothers, Sons and The Book of Knowledge, and it hit home just how many things are different in my life now.
I no longer live near my Mom.
The bright red geraniums that I used to overwinter for her every year, no longer sit on my window sill.
Thinking of these geraniums and how many years she and I saw them through, brings a small ache to my heart and to this day, whenever I see red geraniums, I think of her.
I no longer have tons and tons of laundry to do from my son Rob and the echo of 'What's for supper?' no longer rings in my ears.
What I wouldn't give to be folding rugby gear and tons of Rob's shirts once more. Everything changes so much in time, and yet, when we are immersed in the present, we can't imagine things ever changing.
They can and they will.
One day you will be reading old blog posts, just like I did tonight, and you will recall another time.
A time when you lived somewhere else and different people and activities filled your time. It all changes in a relentless kaleidoscope of magnificent hues that we should all appreciate as much as possible while we have them close at hand.
As the age-old saying goes 'This too shall pass.'
I need to remind myself of that more often and take note of just how lucky I really am.
Jo-Anne Smith, the author of this article, is a REALTOR® with Brekland Realty Group, Oakville, Ontario and welcomes your real estate inquiries. To contact her, visit www.oakville-burlingtonhomes.com