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I often write about memories, I guess, because I have come to learn they loom large in later life. The good ones certainly are better than any reality show on television. In our minds, we conjure up old friends, revisit old places and relive happier times and pleasant experiences. And the best part about them is that you don't need an author, a producer or director - they are of our own...

I sometimes wonder why often it is that others recognize things today that will be great memories for us in the future. Why are we at times so blind that we fail to perceive that what is happening in our life today will someday be recalled with warm feelings, with a sense of loss for what once was? I have suggested in the past that we are so busy living our lives that we fail to pause for a...

It is obvious to me that Christmas does not respect speed limits. It seems like only yesterday that I was looking forward to the 4th of July fireworks display, and no sooner did the last one burst in a glory of color and sounds, Christmas was here again. I know somewhere along the highway of time I passed Halloween and Thanksgiving, but they were a mere blur. I have learned that the speed with...

About 2 miles inland from here there are train tracks that run north south, and probably 5 to 6 times a day a train travels over them. Since there are several main roads going west to east, from I-95 to the beach, there is a reasonable chance that during the course of a week, you'll be stopped at a railroad crossing waiting for a train to pass. It can be very frustrating to have to anxiously sit...

Perhaps it was because Christmas is rapidly approaching. Whatever the reason, I shed a few tears today. They were neither tears of physical pain nor tears of joy. Rather they were tears of sorrow, tears of loss and for what will never be again. The tears came as I reread my musing about my Mom and also recalled my musing about my Dad. They were tears for what once was but are gone forever....

I thought it might be appropriate to repeat this. Someone near and dear to me graduated as an RN today. I proudly attended her graduation. It is called a pinning for nurses, but it still a graduation ceremony with all the elements expected, including the keynote address. This is the graduation season, and in high schools and colleges across the land there are graduation ceremonies...