It is 11:30 on a sunny Friday morning and I am sitting at the dining room table listening to Rod McKuen songs and thinking of my glory teenage years back in the 1970's. It is a bittersweet sadness that I am listening with a deep longing to head back in time to tell everyone I knew, how much they meant to me. When will we ever understand the meaning of how fast time moves? The seasons are nearly gone and I miss my hometown and family and high school and college classmates. I am older now, perhaps a bit wiser and I am freer with the words, " I love you. " Some days I don't think I can even say them enough. Lessons in time, and love come late in life to most of us. Occasionally with a hard won victory over fleeting days and years, we learn, remember and pass on how sweet, short and precious life is.
RIP Rod Mckuen.