I was sitting on the back porch this morning watching the dogs and listening to the chimes. I shut my eyes and felt the reverberation of the deep tones echoing through my chest. I’m not sure why I started thinking about this but it seems share worthy today. I think we are all puzzles; each day when we get up in the morning we have to put those puzzle pieces back together in a way that will allow us to function on that particular day.
I spent Saturday afternoon at a memorial service for a woman that I loved dearly. Her daughter and I have been friends for the last 60 or so years and I don’t remember life without Pat being in it. I spent Sunday morning in joint worship with Beloved Community and Norwood Presbyterian. I got a glimpse of Pentecost from two perspectives, each reminding me that first and foremost I am a child of God.
Tomorrow is my 36th wedding anniversary to Thomas Patrick Donohoue. I am a wife that is more in love with her husband every day that passes. I am a mother that is proud of her two grown sons; listening to the deep, reverberating chimes I can reach back and see two little boys that needed me; I wonder if they have ever realized how much I needed them?
I am still a daughter, even though my parents are both gone. Death does not destroy the roles that they played in my world or how much I love them still. I’ve been blessed to live in a house that still echoes with the sounds of so many happy times – and the not so happy.
Every day I put the puzzle pieces of my life together to live into my dreams. Good days allow the photographer to come out and play or put a book in my hands that I happily devour. I spend my time as a child of God, woman of faith, wife, mother, grandmother, friend, running a non profit for children and as a photographer. I love what I can conjure from my puzzle pieces. What do you build with yours?