Sunday's Child

April Blues

When Sue, Mom and I visited the Isle of Iona on October 3, 2006, we sat on a bench that had a plaque with the inscription, "Rest and Remember." We were struck by the simplicity of the message and the overwhelming urge to do as it said. I think if I were to design a plaque for the first half of April it would convey a similar message.

You see, the first week in April marks the anniversary of my dad's death; the second week marks the anniversary of my friend's son's death; and now I've just learned that my niece has miscarried -- again. There are no words to quell the heartache. All that remains is time -- a consistent, persistent reality. It marches on. There is nothing to do but rest and remember.

I suppose, in a weird sort of way, sadness makes joy all the sweeter. Today I returned home from a particularly hectic day at the office. I was delighted to hear an enthusiastic message on my phone left by my 8-year-old niece. She thanked me for her birthday card and the birthday dollars included with it. Later I opened my personal email and found an invitation to a friend's 50th birthday party later this month. Something fun to look forward to.