Focusing On The Moment
For five decades, I had lived in a constant state of impatience. Forget the now. It was next week, the next month, the next year that was important. Perhaps because of a childhood deeply imprinted by a long separation from my parents, I was never content with my todays. Lonely away from those I loved, I’d unreel pictures in my mind of the “someday” when my father, mother, brother and I would be a family again–seated around the table for a holiday dinner, raking leaves for an autumn bonfire or gathering about the piano singing mother’s favorite: “Bill Bailey, Won’t You Please Come Home?...