Time…is a word that, over the past ten days I have really started dislike. What is time? How can we quantify it? For a child who doesn’t have a long attention span, time is 3 minutes in a time out. For an adult, time moves too quickly. Not enough of it. Meetings are too long, visits with friends are too short.
Time. It is about an hour drive from Oklahoma city to Wanette Oklahoma. How do I know that? That was the amount of time we were on the phone when Heath was driving home from the city, from a meeting with his clients, from work, or from dinner with Brad.
Time. During these drives there was never a dull moment. Lots of swearing as Heath would be cursing out a driver who was driving too slow in the fast lane (there is an actual law in Oklahoma), a daily debrief from our work days, to the mundane questions about what you ate today. Many of the times there was an interruption of a call coming in, which would result in a call back. Never minded as time was always set aside for these calls.
Time. Talking all the way home and knowing when Heath was home because all of sudden I would hear, “Okay Abby, go and make pee pee”, “get it done”. I knew he was home. Home sweet home. Conversation usually continued with another call back.
Time. Now it is up to me to make use of this time that I have now have back at the end of every day. Do something that will fill up the time. Now you can see why I dislike the word time? It is now an uncomfortable part of my day.
Keeping with the theme that music really is always on my mind, I am reminded that Hootie and the Blowfish have a song called time, which I think is a perfect place to end today’s post.
TIME
Like a wave bashing into the shore
You wash away my dreams
Like a friend with somewhere to go
You left me crying
Can you teach me ’bout tomorrow
And all the pain and sorrow running free
‘Cause tomorrow’s just another day
And I don’t believe in time
Children killing in the street
Dying for the color of red
Time there red and blue
Wash them in the ocean, make them clean
Maybe their mother won’t cry tonight
Can you teach me about tomorrow
And all the pain and sorrow running free
But tomorrow’s just another day
And I don’t believe in
Time is wasting time is walking
You ain’t no friend of mine
I don’t know where I’m goin’
I think I’m out of my mind
Thinking about time
And if I die tomorrow
Just lay
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The Lisa Chronicles 
I enjoyed this Lisa. Sure gets me thinking…..how we measure time! It makes me think about the saying “age is just a number”. It is also interesting the relationship you have “had” with Heath. Each relationship is different, and I guess when we look at each one of them we wonder just what makes each one so different. How do we share time? What should we put in to each relationship? How much time do we have? Great read…thank you!
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Thank you Diana. You are right, each relationship we have is different and unique. Like fingerprints no two are the same. I have also learned through this tragedy what you said about what you put into each relationship and how much time you give. Maybe these are part of the lessons I am learning as I move through the grief process.
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Lisa, this was a great blog. Time does have a way of running away too fast.
❤️💋
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Love you mom. Time does move fast, we have to cherish it. Not to be thrown away.
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