Holidays have a lot of hellos and goodbyes attached.

Airport scenes.

Reunion dreams.

Long lost freinds – like no time had passed.

Driving around my childhood town with my brothers.

Saying hello to old freinds and goodbyes to others.

A summer’s disregard,

a forgotten Christmas card,

realization of ending youth,

regarding a new a solemn truth.

Reunion in the neighborhood,

past forgotten,

all is good,

on a frozen November night,

animated memories taking flight.
Moments captured in photographs,

rearranging the room and furniture,

capturing scenes like a visual autograph.

Frozen scenes,

reunion dreams,

holiday time,

emotional climb,

stories told and retold,

as we shivered in the cold.
We played songs about the way things once were.

In our minds and eyes many stories came and went,

this is how we keep the last alive,

make it shine, no blur.
 “It felt as if no time had passed but unfortunately time does not stand still…”

 (we all heard his voice and caught his spirit throughout the week.)

We have all caught his spirit all throughout this year.

Bittersweet tear.

Classic stories.

Former glories.

We remember him – how he was larger than life to us and heroic with his stories and sayings.

He is gone now,

he is not forgotten now,

he will never be forever.

These holiday scenes,

mental paintings of reunion dreams,

weaving a constant story telling theme.

P.A.F.M

11/25 – 11/30/18