The Passage of Time

Today a series of unrelated thoughts were connected by one theme -- the passage of time. I feel sad as it is coming close to ten years that my father died and how many lives were changed by his passing. I am thinking that it is only two months since Rabbi Silberman died, and how my sadness is still so strong. It is particularly intense when I am at synagogue reading (and I can read the Hebrew, thanks to Rabbi Silberman's wife being so patient) the prayers -- and I cannot imagine how his wife could ever attend a service without hearing him chanting in her head. I remarked on how comfortable the time passing can be in a relationship can be after 21 years of marriage. And how only seconds pass between the times our 12-year old is pleasant and then, suddenly, miserable. I see the depth of sadness my husband feels as he acknowledges that his mother has been gone over 20 years. And I was really unhappy about the length of time it took for our order to arrive while out at dinner tonight. Yes, that does seem petty compared to the other thoughts. It is easier to think about the many time annoyances in the present, rather than generate sadness from reflecting on times that have passed.