Time Slips Away
I’ve been asked often by people out and about “How do you come up with the things that you write about?”
That question in itself doesn’t really have a simple answer.
Sometimes, and to be honest, most of the time, something in the news, or personal experience, will come to the forefront of my thinking and I’ll take to these spaces to express what I?think or feel about the subject.
It’s solely my opinion in a case like that, not something that I’m told to write; it doesn’t work that way.
Other times, there are events that take place that deserve to be mentioned, special efforts by individuals for a cause or just things out of the ordinary. There’s no real set pattern or direction – whatever strikes me at the moment.
So when I sat down at the keyboard Friday morning to write this column, a phrase popped into my head, which you see as the headline of this piece – “Time Slips Away”.
In my mind, I kept hearing a tag line from an old country western song, “Ain’t it funny, how time slips away?” I don’t know why that suddenly surfaced – I’ve listened to countless songs in my lifetime, country, rock, jazz, Christian, etc., but today, that song is front and center, and I’ll guess I haven’t heard it played in five years.
So what triggered this?
Any of you amateur psychologists have any ideas? I don’t know if I can pinpoint it, but I’ve got a wild idea.
This past week, I finally acknowledged my own mortality by sitting down with an attorney to sign a will, Advanced directive and medical/financial power of attorney documents. While the process was painless (other than the bill) and only required a few minutes and several signatures, one can’t help but wonder about the future use of such documents.
I became all too familiar with them last year following the sudden passing of my father and then last winter during my mother’s illness and her passing. Thankfully, my parents had the foresight and compassion to execute the same documents that I signed last week, to make things easier during difficult times down the road.
Of course, my sister may not appreciate it, but such is life, as the saying goes.
To me, that whole episode triggered this latest musical blip in my mind. But, as I think a little harder, there are a couple other possible things that fit the bill as well.
For those who can remember, 72 years ago was one of the most memorable days in history – the D-Day Invasion of Europe – June 6, 1944.
Thousands of American soldiers touched the shores of Normandy on what the Allies called “Omaha”?and “Utah” beaches, while British, Canadian and other Allies landed on “Gold”, “Sword” and “Juno”?beaches. The two American beaches were the bloodiest of the five, with thousands of men losing their lives in the water, on the sand of the beach, and at the base of cliffs, in the name of freedom.
An Emmetsburg man was in the midst of the horror – Loren Griener – one of the few survivors of his company that landed on Omaha Beach. Griener would survive the European campaign of World War II and came home, where he passed just a few months ago.
I listened to many of Griener’s stories of that conflict, and as I reflected on them back on June 6, “Time Slips Away” seems to fit so well.
Time slipped away from a lot of us on Tuesday of last week, as Flag Day, June 14, went by pretty much forgotten about, other than the displays of flags in area communities.
We are all busy in our lives, many of us running at high-speed to get to kid’s ball games, family commitments, job requirements and such. But we also need to remember that every so often, we all need to stop, get off the merry-go-round of a busy life and just sit back and enjoy life – because Time Slips Away much too easily and quickly.