Time beginning, the MIDDLE, and end

Where is time beginning every day? Somewhere in England.

I was there during one of my drives through the English countryside in a tiny Vauxhall with my wife and two gigantic teenagers inside.

Did they enjoy their historical moments in the olde country, their strolls along legendary paths?

Yes, they did.

 

 

 

 

They embraced the moment is how I remember it, and the moment embraced them.

Was their time beginning somewhere in England?

I think they saw their Ma in a different light after meeting all of the relatives across the south.

It was a welcoming time with people who took us in as if we were regular visitors after my wife and mother in-law made all of the connections.

They were as memorable and sweet as anyone I’ve ever met, telling all of the good stories about their lives without all the filler in between memorable events, the time we all live through the best we can.

It was the complete opposite of . . .

 

The END Of Time

The graveyard is quiet after all of the crying and mourning and shoveling; after the dirt stops hitting the top of the casket, after everything’s tamped down and tidied up.

It’s peaceful and comforting and the last place anyone is in a hurry to get to.

This isn’t one of those ‘buy one headstone get one free if you act today’ kind of deals.

Not a ‘come down today before the last grave is sold’ thing.

Tom Peterson is not yelling “WAKE UP,” from the TV.

The end of time together for every family is more a place for a lullaby.

 

Meanwhile There’s The MIDDLE Part

Time, a certain kind of time, begins when you grab a bride and get married.

(Extra points if their name is Elaine.)

Get married and change time? That’s what I’m saying.

Get married and stop messing around? Noooo

 

 

You’ll finds new ways to mess around in the middle, that space in between the beginning and end, new ways to live it up.

 

 

Do it in such a way that it gives others something to talk about.

 

 

Keep your vows to each other and amaze friends and family.

What they think:

 

 

What you do: “We come in peace.”

 

 

Do your best to navigate the middle parts of life like a seasoned explorer:

“Now that’s where you took a wrong turn.”

 

 

Keep at it until you can beam naturally next to fish head.

This shot should be on my passport.

 

 

PS:

Every life is a story, and like every story there is a beginning, middle, and end.

It’s universally told as time beginning, things figured out, and just as everything comes together, it all ends too soon.

 

Or, PSS:

Time stands still in the company of loved ones and no one knows what to do next.

Try Stella in the middle?