What a Difference a Day Makes

    Twenty Four little hours...that's how the song goes. Every day we survive seems like the day before, until the seasons change, or someone gets married or a baby is born, and even when a child is baptized. I'll go one further, maybe two, graduation and bar mitzvah. Life seems good. We struggle, complain, work hard or not at all, deal with sickness and death, friendships and losing friends, moving and disasters. But all of that usually happens to others.
   Then one day it happens to you or a family member. NO matter how far apart you've been all those years, something that binds you together makes you feel that almost same feeling of a very deep loss. Moments when you know you're happy about something are suddenly clouded with the thought of that loss. It isn't Just a loss. It's a very personal loss of love no longer here.
   Sure you can laugh at the funny times you had, those great memories, the pictures in your mind of faces, hairstyles, a first gown, silly things said, hugs, and being called, Aunt by one special kid. It isn't important if you're the aunt , uncle or cousin, gramma or grampa, but what is important is the connection that you had with that kid, that no one else had and no one ever will.
   I love you and miss you every day.