Time is Short

Words written in the sand...Time is Short

I was walking on the beach the other evening and stumbled upon these words in the sand. “Time is Short”. Tears instantly stung the backs of my eyes when I thought of who wrote such wisdom where surely the tide would soon erase all evidence of their presence here. I found a chair nearby and watched as the sun slowly settled into the sea and thought of Mr. Virgo and how short our time together was. In the grand scheme of things, he was gone in a heart beat at 62.

Time really IS short in retrospect. When you are busy doing life stuff, it seems to stretch out forever in front of you…much like when we were kids at the start of summer vacation. Here I am, two more nights on the beach and I have to start wending my way home. Time IS short.

So, is it possible to slow down time? If we savor each moment, and really LIVE in it, it may not actually slow the passage of time, but we can expand our lives and experiences. That’s easy to do when you’re sitting on the beach in Florida. It’s more difficult when you’re working your butt off and your good friend dies and you hit a deer with the car that only had five payments left like a friend of mine. That kind of stuff brings time to a brutal, grueling grind. She’s got a great attitude, though. It’s just another thing to go through and there will be better days ahead.

Time is short. Anyone who has experienced loss is well aware of this. I am grateful to have some time and distance between losing Mr. Virgo and sitting on this beach watching another gorgeous Florida sunset. Yet, these words made me feel. ❤️

“But do not forget this one thing, dear friends: With the Lord a day is like a thousand years, and a thousand years are like a day.”
‭‭2 Peter‬ ‭3:8‬ ‭NIV‬‬

7 thoughts on “Time is Short

  1. Kind of reminds me of the old Jim Croce song, “Time in a Bottle”….”If I could save time in a bottle, this first thing that I’d like to do….”. I think we need to experience “feelings” every day. Some kind of feelings, whether it be joy, sorrow, regret, heartbreak, anger, love, etc. How could we ever really know joy if we hadn’t ever experienced sadness, or love if we hadn’t ever experienced heartbreak? But to me, it’s what we do with those “feelings” and if we’re able to turn them into something positive, just not for our own well-being, but for others, too. I think it’s important to have a “passion”…a passion for something whether it be writing, traveling, homeless animals (in my case), kids, the elderly, helping the homeless…something to look forward to each and every day. Every one of us can make an impact, and sometimes we don’t even realize it at the time. Ginny, your daily blog is something I look forward to every day, as well. You may not even know the impact it may have, but I guarantee it has reassured many of us in many ways. Enjoy the rest of your Florida time and stay safe.

  2. thanks and many more thanks…..feeling the void of Jim tonite….would have celebrated 62yrs. this month…but I thank God for the wonderful loving years we shared…….miss him so much…

    1. My heart is with you, Jerry. It must be so hard to have spent a lifetime with someone and lose them. I often wonder if it’s easier since I was divorced before and only had Mr. Virgo for a little over seven years. I know loss is loss, but I can’t imagine losing someone you literally spent your whole adult life with. ❤️

  3. Ginny,I don’t think the amount of time we are with the love our life is what makes the loss one way or the other .I think it is the love love we shared .From your readings I have always felt the love you and Mr.Virgo had was tried and true old love that was refreshed daily.It is not always the years we spent together but the love of each moment.I remember telling a friend that I still got butterflies in my tummy when I turned into our driveway knowing my husband would be there and at that time we had been married 48 years but it was the same butterflies I had when he returned from work when we were newly weds.

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