Hope springs eternal in the human breast;
Man never Is, but always To be blest:
The soul, uneasy and confin'd from home,
Rests and expatiates in a life to come.
An Essay on Man, Epistle I, 1733
The start of spring brings with it hope. After the winter we have endured, I am enjoying the warmth of the sun. It is what spring does...life begins anew, trees come back to life and flowers bloom. Once more the world is open to us.
So it goes with life itself. Everyone needs that point to breath in and say let's go at it again. Every year, we deal with what life gives us. Every year, we need to rejuvenate to tackle life's obstacles. I suppose I'm reflecting a tad at the moment. It's the first year that my husband's family is dealing with his mother not being at family events. She has Alzheimer's and is in a nursing home. She wasn't at our family gatherings for Thanksgiving, Christmas or Easter. We do go to visit her and she's quite happy in the little world she lives in at the moment. It's her family that's hurting.
My father-in-law told me that retirement isn't anything like he imagined. My in-laws had planned on enjoying their golden years. My in-laws loved to travel. They had a time-share down in Aruba for twelve years. Every May, they would go down for a couple of weeks. But as we talked, he began to remember. It put a smile on his face. Then the younger grandchildren...the ones that didn't get to know their real grandmother...started asking questions about her. My father-in-law sat with them and relived with them his memories. Sometimes its what we have is the memories. Passing them on means they will live on. And that gives us hope.
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