From May 21, 2015
Fret not about the future,
What life has in store for you
Is a great mystery awaiting,
An adventure to undertake,
A journey whose ending
Will lead you where you never expected.
Do not fear the unknown,
It is an opportunity
Veiled in discovery.
From May 20, 2015
The distance is gone,
The memories come to life,
From May 19, 2015
Prompt from 642 Tiny Things to Write About
3 ways my brother and I are completely different
- I am a neat-nick and rather type A. My brother doesn’t mind a mess and flies by the seat of his pants, making a plan as he goes. He is a much freer spirit.
- My brother adores insects, reptiles and amphibians. He wanted to be an entomologist when he was a kid. I generally run away screaming anytime I come in close proximity to any of these creatures and could think of no greater punishment than studying bugs for a lifetime.
- My brother LOVES sugar. We joke that he runs on sugar and nothing else. Whereas I can’t do too much sugar, especially not in the morning, he can hardly function if he hasn’t had a heaping amount sugar-coated breakfast.
Two days and counting until my brother is home again! Mayhaps I should bring some sugary goodness with me to welcome him home…Micronesia wasn’t quite as sugar laden as the US…
From May 18, 2015
My little brother is returning from Micronesia this week. It has been almost two years since I last saw him in person and I am so excited to see him that I can barely stand it! T minus 3 days until he’s back!
Prompt from 642 Tiny Things to Write About
3 ways my brother and I are totally the same
- We detest being told what to do and do not do well with domineering individuals. We also have a tendency to be stubborn.
- We’re always up for an adventure, having survived a fair few adventures during childhood.
- We look like my mom’s side of the family and have the same nose. We also got our sense of humor and general silliness from my mom’s family.
From May 17, 2015
A couple of winters ago, my grandfather’s memory took a drastic turn for the worse. Until that point he had had an incredibly sharp mind, capable of remembering detailed information about almost anything, his favorite topics being WWII, his childhood, rules for dozens of card games and observations of societal changes. His mind was like an encyclopedia.
And then it slipped away.
He couldn’t remember what he was doing when asked to get something from another room. He couldn’t remember the rules for card games he’d been playing his whole life. He couldn’t remember any new information.
The changes were alarming and I worried that we were about to lose him down the foggy road into dementia. It happened to A’s grandmothers. It happened to the father of a family friend. It happens all too often today.
But, it seems a miracle is in store for my grandfather. His memory is returning.
This weekend he engaged in conversation, not repeating the same story over and over. He could bring my grandma the things she asked for. He knew how to play our traditional game of Hearts. And, he told the stories from his childhood again.
Hope against hope, I pray these improvements last, that we can have as many years as possible with this man who brightens our lives. I pray he is given the dignity of keeping his memory until his final days. And, I give thanks for this miraculous turn around.
From May 16, 2015
Today was our last day of She’s A Runner Girl. For the past six weeks we’ve run, talked, set goals, learned from and supported one another. This morning we brought all that together for our biggest day: race day. Lucky for us, the day dawned beautiful and sunny with a cool breeze, optimal for racing.
The race was a 5K, the furthest that most of our girls have ever run. For some girls, this was intimidating, for others it was a challenge that they were psyched to take on. Whatever their feelings, nearly all of our girls arrived this morning, decked out in their purple Runner Girl shirts and ready to go. Seeing them all there is one of the most amazing sights. Though they may be different ages and come from different backgrounds, they are a team united.
My favorite part of this day is watching the girls surprise themselves and seeing how much they’ve learned these last weeks. This year, my running buddy was one of the 3rd graders from my team that I had not had the chance to run with yet. We started out with some of our other team members, but she was ready to take off, so we upped our pace and off we went.
For three miles, she chatted me be about everything from her family to friends to school to flowers and beyond, weaving in all the little things she’d learned about running. At one point she told me that one of the other girls dared her to run a mile without stopping for a drink. We’d just passed mile two and she had no idea she had gone so far without water. Knowing that she was going above her own expectations powered her through the last mile and she met her goal: to finish the race. She not only finished, but she did so in 41 minutes, arriving before several of her teammates and other racers in the community. Her pride when she crossed the line, the confidence she had in herself is exactly what I hope to see on every girl’s face at the end. It means that we’ve done our job: one more girl has learned how to empower herself.
From May 15, 2015
Three months today
Until we are no longer
You and I
But are Us
United in vows
And all the unknown to come