The Saddest Thing of All
July 16, 1998
6:10 a.m.
Brigid went to the Fair yesterday with some of her school friends. Lisa stayed home and worked on a time travel manuscript, and I was busy adding to the GNP in my own fashion. Work the past few weeks has been particularly difficult. I came home tired. For dinner we had "pizza bar" where we each make up the toppings on our personal pizzas and then Lisa pops them in the oven. Brigid had her usual pepperoni, but this time ventured into something new by putting a single chunk of sausage and a single mushroom on one little piece. Lisa did everything but mushrooms. Me? Well, I'm a supreme pizza type of guy. Brigid told us of her day while we ate. It was a beautiful day. She saw exhibits and rode rides. They had ice cream, and she ate two apples. She did the fun houses, walked through twisting tubes, rode the faris wheel with her math teacher, clinging to him for the first few moments. She did the "Scrambler" and the "Tornado". She looked in funny mirrors. Her descriptions were wide-eyed and breathless. From the expression on her face, you would never know it had been rainy and overcast gray all day. Yes, I wish I had been there. But I can also say that if I had been I would have missed this discussion. She's growing. And she's stepping more fully into the world every day. I won't be able to be with her for everything she does, but I want to be able to revel in the moments of her life, anyway. I want to know, you know? Some time ago, I commented upon why I write. If I remember right, I said something about writing making me a better person. Yesterday was one of those days. Yesterday's dinner was a payoff moment. And this morning I had a new idea, a picture perfect thought that fits into the landscape of my novel with a satisfying click, like the last piece of the jigsaw puzzle that Lisa and Brigid finished upstairs. I don't know that the two moments are related. But also ... ... I don't know that they aren't. Have a great day.  Daily Persistence is © Ron Collins |
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"The saddest thing of all would be to have this wonderful life unfolding right before my eyes and still not be able to see it." Me |
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