Memories that stick

One moment lasted a little more than an hour, the next, maybe ten minutes max, but once they were gone, they were gone.

I’m talking of course about two moments that my wife and I experienced at the beach a few weeks ago: one was a beautiful sunrise and our walk on the beach and the other was a surprise rainbow that appeared after a day of showers.

We stumbled across both scenes and they were gone in a blink of a moment. Despite the passage of time, I can’t stop thinking about either one of them. They’ve stayed with me.

When I’ve come home exhausted from a long day of work, I think of the feel of my wife’s hands in mine and the sand between my feet. When I hit a huge pothole in the road and steams starts to come out of my ears, I think of the sweet taste of the water ice that we slurped down watching the rainbow.

The images are fused now into my brain. They remind me of the laughs and happier times. They remind me that stress lasts for a moment, family lasts a lifetime.

We all have ups and downs, we have good moments and bad ones. I keep going . . . because of my family. To steal from a well-worn cliche, they keep me going through the thick and thin.