I got up this morning go through my usual routine while not-so-silently bitching about this 1-3 inches of snow and rain coming down on what is, by the calendar, the third day of spring. After the winter we’ve had like most everyone else my sense of NYC stoic is shot to shit and I’m just done with any kind of snow. Do I wear my boots or tough it out in my sneakers? What if it is not raining that hard? I don’t want to be standing around all day in boots, yada, yada, yada… I make a decision and head out. It’s dark, it’s dank and just miserable looking outside.
Now the path from my home to the train station leads past several tenement buildings and projects. A part of City life in my current neighborhood is the occasional appearance of memorials for the recently departed. I’m ashamed to say, they are so much so a part of the scenery that while I see them, I really don’t. At least, until this morning.
This morning as I pass, I actually noticed the memorial, this was somehow different and as I looked closer, I understood why. The large portrait was that of a baby. This life could not have been more than a couple of months if I am gauging this infant correctly. Someone lost a baby. Do we even want to go into all the reasons why the younger a life is when it departs from us, the more tragic it seems? No. It just is. Suddenly today’s annoying rain/snow crap in spring was considerably less so and posted such in my Facebook status.
Just after I share, I noticed one of my friends posted the query “what happens when you’ve been there, done that?” I get the joke of it, I do and I “liked” one of cutesy responses, still… I think of my sons, my friends, others and myself. We spend so much time a’bitchin’ and a’moanin’ about the things we can’t do, we want to do, we have yet to do. We wrap ourselves around the dreams of the next big adventure we often barely appreciate the act of the things we have done once they become memory. All the things we’ve already done even the truly regrettable ones, we got to do them. So right now, right now, I keep thinking about this newest angel looking down upon us who didn’t get to do anything but brighten someone’s life for the briefest moment and think…
“what happens when you’ve been there, done that?” …