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.
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.
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.
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.
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:
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.