This quiet, semi-gray May day (rhyming unintentional) finds me in thoughtful mode. Not sure where I want to go with this today, so I’m just going to ramble.
May is a highly charged month for me, emotionally. More than any other month in the year, it harbors memories of the most extreme highs and lows.
On the low side, both my brother and my father died in May. In fact, today is the 13th anniversary of my father’s passing. I’m not feeling sad, just a bit incredulous. Thirteen years?? Where did the time go?
But on the high side, three years ago in May, Danny and I shot “When Danny Met Erica.” That will always be my favorite and most personal video, especially since it seemed for a long time that it would never happen. And then, 15 years ago on Memorial Day, I got my first adult spanking, one of the greatest highs of my life.
No wonder I’m all over the place, huh?
I could go either way, I suppose. I could lose myself in the sadness of the bad memories, or I could choose to reflect on the good ones. Then again, I don’t have to be so damned black or white. I could spend a little time in each. And then, most important, I could choose to shake them both off and move forward with my day, with the rest of the month, until it passes.
I like that. That works.
Onward. I’ll end with some laughs for whoever feels like watching this. It’s the second half of a comedy skit from several years ago — some of my fellow Baby Boomers may recognize it. It’s a spoof of “Gone With the Wind.” My father co-wrote it.
Love you, Dad! 🙂