Day 2493: Temporary

Yesterday morning, before I drove to the farewell event of my 45th college reunion, I took a photo of this temporary parking permit in my car.

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I have a temporary smile, here and now, thinking that The President and Fellows of Harvard College assumed no responsibility for damages to my little yellow car.

I took a photo of that temporary parking permit because of my “deep sense of mortality” (described in my speech at my reunion the day before), which makes me realize that everything is temporary.

On my way to the reunion brunch, I noticed a temporary phenomenon that I had never seen before, so I temporarily parked my car so I could capture it on my phone.

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I loved that temporary gathering of more snowy egrets than I had ever seen together before.

Then, I got back in my car, which I had temporarily parked at the Kennedy Center.

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I wonder if you had a temporary assumption about what Kennedy Center that was.

Then, my classmates and I met for some temporary conversation at a beautiful home in Cambridge, Massachusetts.

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I spent most of that temporary time there hanging out with people I love, because there’s no telling when we’ll see each other again.

On my ride home, I received news that another beloved friend of mine had died in the month of September. I wrote about my dear and long-time friend  Tony in this post from May, 2016 — Day 1219: Tone.

As I said in my temporary speech at my college reunion, “Life is too precious to spend on things I don’t love.”  I’m glad that when I heard that Tony had the same cancer that killed Senator John McCain and my friend Michelle last year,  I bought one of his books and sent him a card telling him I was reading it and how much I loved him.

Last night, when Michael and I were doing our temporary Sunday shopping routine at our local supermarket, I deliberately took photos of sympathy cards to comfort myself.

I now get comfort from sharing all these contemporary photos with you:

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Even though life on this earth is temporary, certain things linger, like the distinct laughs of my late friends Hillel and Tony, who both passed away this September. I can easily imagine both of their wonderful laughs, here and now.

In honor of Tony, who played guitar and loved music, I’m posting a tune I associate with him:

 

I’m hoping I can get temporary coverage today at work so I can attend one of the memorial events for my late, great friend Tony today.

Thanks to all those who helped me temporarily forget my grief by creating this post and — of course! — thanks to you.

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25 thoughts on “Day 2493: Temporary

  1. My condolences for Tony.

  2. My age being 85, I keep thinking that my own funeral is probably not far away. In most cases cremation is usually the done thing these days rather than burials. Do you know how cremation is being handled in America? It might vary from state to state. I saw today a program on TV about cremations in Australia. It made me think about it how actually cremations are being done here in Australia.

    https://www.abc.net.au/news/2019-09-23/four-corners-investigation-body-identification-in-carparks/11528608

    You do very good and interesting photography. Thanks for sharing!

  3. Condolences for the loss of your friend Tony. The title of his book entices me, Ann. I hope you get to go to the memorial service today, and get to remember Tony, your Sultan of Swing, in your individual way.

    • I did go to the memorial service, Mark, and said goodbye to my wonderful friend. Thank you for comforting me in your individual way.

  4. My version of this is that we only ever have anything on loan

  5. So sorry for your loss Ann. I hope you managed to get cover to attend Tony’s memorial event

  6. I always enjoy that song and so I think I would have enjoyed Tony, too. I am very sorry for your loss, Ann. I read your other post about him and noted his warm smile.

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    I’m sorry to hear about your friend, Tony, Ann. Everything is temporary because the world is constantly in a flux. All the good which leaves us seems so temporary and feels as though we lost a part of ourselves. It is this good which we need to tolerate the temporary ugliness of this world. As you say because ” beauty * in general is so temporary we should cherish it and cease the day. I want to take advantage of this temporary blog and say , Thank You for all that you are- for all that you do

  8. I’m sorry for your loss, Ann.
    Your beauty is no. 1, nothing new. After that all the lovely photos of photo-hunters, that sport I really like 🙂

  9. I’m very sorry for your loss. The grief may be temporary but the memories will be with you always.

  10. My condolances as well many things are temporary just not you and your awesome blog

  11. I’m so very sorry for the your loss, once again, of a good friend, Ann. And my thought about your temporary conversations with your college friends? The memories are lasting, and far from temporary! 🙂

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  13. So sorry for your losses, Ann, but so admire your ability to see the beauty alongside the sadness. Life is indeed fleeting. I’ve been watching the Sandhill Cranes here in Florida with great fascination. Such majestic birds. May sweet memories of your friends and shared joys linger…

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