MY GIFT TO YOU—GET YOUR FREE EBOOK—”THE 5-DAY JOURNEY TO CULTURAL AWARENESS”!
“But it’s our last time to be together,” David said with sadness in his voice.
I could hear the noise downstairs—boys’ voices, laughter, soccer ball kicking, football throwing. They were still awake, and it was 12:48 a.m.
“David,” I yelled from the top of the stairs, “You guys have to settle down and go to bed. It’s almost 1 a.m.”
Those boys’ parents would kill me if they knew they weren’t in bed yet.
My son came running up the stairs to where I was standing in the open door.
“But it’s our last time to be together,” he said.
My heart sank. I knew the feeling. We were in the painful “Days of Lasts.”
Don’t Blink!
It’s the moment in your journey when you don’t want to blink, you don’t want to close your eyes, you don’t want to sleep . . . you don’t want to miss it.
You don’t want to miss a single second of the journey.
The days—the moments—feel like they are slipping through your fingers, and you can’t stop them from going into that place of “no more.” You can’t seem to keep the moments and the experiences from disappearing into the past—the place where they will only exist as a “memory.”
You want to hold on to the time—to the moments—for dear life, but “today” and “now” are rushing out of your control.
It’s going, going . . .
Our family is living in the “Days of Lasts.”
—Last sleepover with “the gang”
—Last bonfire in our backyard’s fire pit
—Last “hide and go seek” with flashlights in the dark
—Last crêpes for American friends
—Last grocery run to Giant Eagle
—Last visit to the post office
—Last soccer game in Somerset
—Last drive to school
—Last day of school
—Last run in the big yard for Bernie
—Last “deer spottin” trip in the night
—Last walk down the driveway to the mailbox
—Last red bird spotted in the trees
—Last vibrant blooming of my favorite flower bushes
—Last squirrel running across the yard
—Last bunny coming out from under the porch
—Last breakfast at “Summit Diner”
—Last “Oasis of Cultures” gathering
—Last Sunday at church
—Last youth group
—Last Awana kids’ club night
—Last Wendy’s “4 for $4”
—Last “Family Discount” Wednesday at Salvation Army
—Last coffee at Haz Beanz community coffeehouse
—Last ice cream at Dairy Queen
—Last Dr. Pepper
—Last Root beer
—Last maple frosted donut
—Last morning coffee with hazelnut creamer
—Last McDonald’s Happy Meal
—Last swim with the kids
—Last trip to Walmart
—Last drive to Pittsburgh
—Last farewell party
—Last conversation with a friend
—Last hug
—Last “goodbye,” “adios,” “au revoir”
—Last . . .
Our family is living in the “Days of Lasts.”
Enjoy it Fully!
Although the time here is running out—slipping through our fingers—we can’t miss it.
As I dropped Pierre and David off at school on their “last” day, I knew that there were more “goodbyes” and more “lasts” in store for them both.
“Don’t miss it. Enjoy every second of it,” I whispered to them and smiled. “Enjoy it fully, so that you can hold on to it forever.”
Our family is living in the “Days of Lasts.”
—The Cultural Story-Weaver
MY GIFT TO YOU—GET YOUR FREE EBOOK—”THE 5-DAY JOURNEY TO CULTURAL AWARENESS”!
Let’s Weave Cultures!
Have you ever lived in “The Days of Lasts” when you wanted time to stand still—you didn’t want to miss it?
We invite you to tell us your own cultural stories and global adventures . . . as you engage with the world, breaking down barriers, building bridges, and “weaving cultures!” Write about them in the comment box below.
