Slow down, you move to Fast (Better known as Feeling Philosophical)

The other night was a blue moon - 2 full moons that fall in the same month.  Next one won't happen for another couple of years.

That night I stood outside on my balcony for sometime just looking at the moon, feeling the cool summer night's breeze.  I couldn't remember the last time I really stopped, no words, no nothing and just really enjoyed the moment.

I work at a pretty frenetic pace.  I said to someone the other I was kinda bored.  Mind you, I have 3 separate projects for work, plus a couple of consulting gigs.

And then yesterday I saw some of my old friends I hadn't seen in years - 19 years.  They have a beautiful son who is almost 13.  My friends look the same.  How is it that 2 decades passed before we found the time to get together?

Dementia is kinda like that blue moon or seeing old friends.  Rare or not, forcing a pause and being in the moment.  The last few times I talked with Mom, the most important part of our conversation was laughter and expressing love for each other.  She is still my mom, giving me advice, wanting to make me a blanket, wanting to know what I ate for dinner (to make sure it's somewhat healthy).  She may believe my dad is alive, not sure what day or even what time it is (are any of us??), and repeat herself but she is still there.  Cracking jokes, wanting to make sure I'm ok.

Mom continues to teach me - There is nothing more important than spending time with the ones we love.  We know not what tomorrow brings.   Feeling Groovy.