A year or two ago there were raging fires in Southern California that burned down several camp grounds, one of which I went to several times as a kid. A few weeks back my hubby and I took the munchkins to Julian for the day of picking apples at an orchard and hiking. It was such a beautiful fall day as we drove up through the mountains. You could see where the fires aftermath had taken it's toll on the trees. Some were completely burned out, while others were at the beginnings of new growth. As we were winding through and around the mountains I was amazed at such beauty, then we came to the camp ground where I used to go camping as kid. The entire camp had burned to the ground, the only thing still standing are the two brick columns at each end of what was the mess hall/meeting room. It was so strange for me to see this place all burned and empty. This was such a happy place for me to go to as a child, this was the place were everything was good, life was great! So many wonderful memories!! In an instant...all that changed. The reality of it was, I was now in the midst of how cruel life could actually be. My whole life as I knew it suddenly shifted, never to be the same again. The loss of a loved one as a young child is such incredible mind numbing agony. There is no way to really ever explain the catastrophic loss you feel. Twenty nine years ago in an instant this...was my new normal. I no longer feel agony or pain. The tears that once stained my face are rare, now replaced with wonderful memories of a time so long ago, and the wonderment of how life would be if my beloved were here today. On that day a few weeks ago as the sun began to set and my family headed back to the car to head home from a day full of fun and excitement from hiking and picking apples. Tired from the fun filled day, my children had fallen asleep and all was quite in the car, but the hum of the engine. As we passed Camp Wallahee, this forty year old woman was suddenly looking through the eyes of the eleven year old child, who was on her way back home from camp, to attend a funeral. Sitting in the back seat all alone, looking out the window of the station wagon, winding back down the mountain into San Diego, feeling so empty inside, no tears, on the ride home alone, just emptiness. I was trying to fathom, understand what was happening, having never been touched by death, I was unaware of all these feelings that I was experiencing. Now I realize, yes, I'm fortunate, propitious, and so so blessed that this woman was in my life, if only for a few short years.
Have you ever realized just how much a certain scent or song can bring up past feelings and memories,just by hearing or smelling something. I can even take it a step farther by saying I can just be going through my day, doing the norm everyday stuff, hear a song from the past and bam! all of a sudden... my mood changes. Sometimes the memories are so strong that at times I have been brought to tears, just by hearing a song. Is that weird or what!, literally...my whole day may end up in funk!(my hubby says that I am absolutely oddballish this way) just by hearing a song or the smell of a scent. I can't...help it, it's like the whole coffee issue I have, just the smell of coffee gives me a certain high that cannot be explained. A few years back my sweet hubby bought me this really cool CD, that I loved and played everyday over and over so much so that my munchkins even started complaining, a bit excessive, I know. Then, in the midst of my excessive playing of this CD, a family me...
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