A Train Of

Isn’t it strange that it took so long for me to realize I have never looked back with regret. Not even once.

Suddenly, my carousel seems to have achieved the speed of an Amtrak train. And each stop is now providing me with another bit of insight into the journey I have been on, lo, these many years.

Perhaps it was because I had been ill; not gravely, but down with whatever the annual malady is called each season, flu, virus, malaise.

This year it hit early and hard and knocked me to my emotional knees until the medication fought back.

However, the ten day span of inactivity provided ample time to meditate, and so I did.

And suddenly, I realized the wonderful gift I had been given and never really totally comprehended.

In the 59 years I knew my love I never once looked back and said, “I wonder if choosing to spend our lives together was the right decision.”

Some people would say, “Weren’t you lucky?”

I disagree, it wasn’t luck; it was another of God’s blessings.

Not only for me, but for both of us. Two very young people, deciding to spend their lives together, moving away from all that was familiar, and being granted almost six decades to share.

Perhaps the enforced period of meditation during the bleak winter that has finally passed was what I needed to allow me to view with appreciation the path where our journey led.

Instead of wishing we had been granted more time, I must refocus on the hours, minutes, and years we were given.

Rather than thinking about the pain after he left when I found myself alone, I will begin to dwell on the incredible gift of time we were both granted on the speeding train of life we once shared.

And perhaps again recall the wisdom of the words, “There are no accidents,” either in life or in love.