El tiempo y la vida


Where did the time go?
Where did the time between my last blog posting and this one?
It does not "feel" like more than a month. The time was full,
full of holidays, friends, family, snow. And yet, even knowing
what filled these weeks, I still ask:
Where does the time go?

We are the space time travels into.
Where are we going?

These questions are on my mind with a greater presence than usual today. On January 2, we celebrated our aunt's birthday. On January 8, she left us. Now we return to her home town to celebrate her life from beginning to end, all 90 years of it. Years that were vibrant, creative, meaningful; years in which she cared for, loved, and taught others. She was an adventurous English teacher, as much at home with Ebonics as Shakespeare. She was an inveterate encourager. Many of her students stayed in touch with her throughout their adult lives. She was one of "those" people: those whom you meet, even just once, and cannot forget; and as beautiful as she was original, her blue eyes lit with a fire from within.

Don't be smug. Are you thinking: "90 years, what a good, long life! Do not sorrow." But a good long life does not make us miss someone any less. In some ways, it makes us miss them more. They were part of us longer, woven into the fabric of our lives longer, more deeply rooted into our own Life / Time.

It is the juxtaposition of events that is teaching me at this hour.
Here now. Here not. It takes so little time to come into this world--
and so little time to leave it. Where does the time go?

It travels into us, and then . . .
We are responsible for it and to it,
this Time.


Text and image, copyright Ysabel de la Rosa.

Comments

ceecee said…
My gosh, Ysabel. I've been thinking of you and wondering where the time went. You've been on my mind all day today. I will send an e-mail.

I'm so sorry to hear about the passing of this very special aunt.

Catherine xxoo
BarbeeAnne said…
I'm sorry to hear about your aunt. Yes, time goes so fast, and when you have less sand in the hour glass, it seems to go even faster.
A beautiful post about a beautiful woman.
Yes, she really was--my father's sister. So, this is the last of his "generation." Thanks for the comment!
Ysabel preciosa,
no sabía nada...lo siento muchísimo.
Que bella mujer era tu tía y cuantas cosas hermosas os ha dejado para que la recordéis con tanto cariño.
Un beso muy, muy fuerte.