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Memories: If I Could Save Time In a Bottle<\/span><\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cIf I could save time in a bottle<\/span> The other day my youngest son sent me a picture of my granddaughter taking a hike with him in a beautiful autumn wood. Anyone who saw the smile on her face could tell that she was having a great time stomping around in the woods with her father. Memories are being made that will be cherished for a lifetime.<\/span><\/p>\n Looking at that picture, I had this unrequited yearning. It seems like a million years ago and it seems like yesterday when my son and I took hikes every Sunday, during the autumn and winter, in the forests near and around our home.<\/span><\/p>\n If I could save time in a bottle\u2026<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n When this kind of yearning wells up inside, I can\u2019t wish it away, I can\u2019t turn a blind eye to it, I can\u2019t pretend it\u2019s nothing. This yearning is a bittersweet feeling, but it is also a feeling of helplessness too. I can\u2019t go back. You can\u2019t save those moments. I can\u2019t put time in a bottle and save it up for a future day and relive those times, or feel those feelings again \u2013 or be what I once was.<\/span><\/p>\n So many days I\u2019ve spent doing things with my two boys from coaching baseball, to attending school plays, watching football and sharing a pizza, hiking in a brightly colored forest on a crisp, cool, clear October day and all I have left are the memories. I can\u2019t go back and I can\u2019t ever feel those feelings quite the same way ever again.<\/span><\/p>\n If I could save time in a bottle\u2026<\/span><\/p>\n I have photographs in boxes, color slides, and even a cassette tape of my youngest son\u2019s voice pre and post-tonsillectomy. My son singing \u201cDaddy\u2019s Whiskers\u201d. I have photographs of both of my sons\u2019 baseball games, our hikes together, high school graduations \u2013 photographs now tucked away silently in shoe boxes and photo albums \u2013 all just images printed on paper of moments frozen forever in time.<\/span><\/p>\n \u201c\u2026Faded photographs, covered now with lines and creases<\/em><\/span> It\u2019s an uncomfortable feeling knowing that I can\u2019t go back. I can\u2019t change even one tiny thing that has happened. I can\u2019t make the bad things better, I can’t make the sad things happier, and I can\u2019t bring those special times back. Time is a river that can\u2019t be dammed; it flows only in one direction.<\/span><\/p>\n Memories can be comforting but they can be disturbing reminders that I am where I am on the river or life and I am either where I wanted to be or not. It would be wonderful to go back and spend a day in the woods with each of my sons when they were young boys. Yet, sadly, I know that those times would never be the same even if I could go back and relive them.<\/span><\/p>\n As I grow older, the river of life keeps flowing faster and faster. And the closer I get to the end the faster it flows. As the river of life nears its end, the ride gets harder as the rapids get wilder and the water becomes whiter, more turbulent, and more menacing.<\/span><\/p>\n Every person living on this Earth has a lot more in common than we like to think. We travel through the universe on the same tiny blue planet, we all breathe the same air,\u00a0 we all care for our children, and we all see the same blue sky. And we all travel the same river.\u00a0 Every single one of us. <\/span><\/p>\n The rich, the poor, the good, the great, the weak, the humble, the powerful, the bold, the brave, the fearful, the bad, the evil, the sick, the healthy, the maimed, the handicapped, the beautiful, the ugly, the ordinary, the exceptional, the white, the black, the yellow, the red, the brown \u2013 we all are traveling on the same river and not one of us can turn around and paddle against the current. <\/span><\/p>\n Not one of us can stop the flow of the river of time.<\/span><\/p>\n No one can stop on the river of time and savor the moment. We can\u2019t save time in a bottle.<\/span><\/p>\n My son sent me the photo of my granddaughter on her \u201chike\u201d in the woods with her daddy. And I was touched that something special that I used to share with my son, my son shares with his daughter. And I may not have done a lot of things right in my life, but there\u2019s one thing I did right was be as good of a father as I could be and I spent a great deal of time on the river of life with my two boys.\u00a0 I may not be an important man, but I was important in both of my sons’ lives, and in turn, will be important in the life of my grandchildren.<\/span><\/p>\n When I received the picture of my granddaughter, I wrote my son back:<\/span><\/p>\n Enjoy these times. They fade away too fast. I can remember our Sunday afternoons together. It seems like yesterday, and it seems like a million years ago as well.<\/span><\/p>\n It\u2019s too bad there isn\u2019t any way to savor and save the best moments of our lives. Somehow, looking back at old pictures only makes me sad.<\/span><\/p>\n Every moment you have with your child is precious and I know you know that. Someday, the things you do with her today she\u2019ll someday do with her own children, just like you\u2019re doing the things with her now that we used to do.<\/span><\/p>\n And remember: The best memories are not planned, they just happen. I\u2019m glad you\u2019re giving them plenty of opportunities to happen.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n Maybe it\u2019s just me. Maybe memories make others happy. Memories don\u2019t make me sad exactly, they make me yearn, they make me remember, and they remind me that I can\u2019t go back. The river of life is flowing faster and faster and faster\u2026and I can\u2019t paddle upstream; I cannot fight the flow of the fiver.<\/span><\/p>\n Memories remind me I can\u2019t ever go back and relive the best moments of my life over again. Memories remind me to remind my children to savor the best times of their lives and live each day to its fullest.<\/span><\/p>\n Sooner or later we get old enough and we wake up one day and realize that memories are all we have left because\u2026we can\u2019t save time in a bottle.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Memories: If I Could Save Time In a Bottle \u201cIf I could save time in a bottle The first thing that I\u2019d like to do Is to save every day till eternity passes away Just to spend them with you\u2026\u201d (Jim Croce) The other day my youngest son sent me a picture of my granddaughter taking\u2026 Read More »<\/a><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":13582,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[228],"tags":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23613"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=23613"}],"version-history":[{"count":8,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23613\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":23621,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/23613\/revisions\/23621"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13582"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=23613"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=23613"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.thundercloud.net\/infoave\/new\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=23613"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe first thing that I\u2019d like to do<\/span>
\nIs to save every day till eternity passes away<\/span>
\nJust to spend them with you\u2026\u201d (Jim Croce)<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n
\nTickets torn in half, memories in bits and pieces\u2026 \u201d<\/em> (Classics IV \u201cTraces\u201d)<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n