A hundred years ago or so, when Layton and I first got together, one of our laments (maybe more me than him) was that we did not have shared memories. We couldn’t say “Remember last Christmas when we….”, “Wasn’t that a great dinner for your birthday?”, “Remember the last time you tried to iron…?”
Well, now we have buckets full of memories and tons of laughter over the years. When Ed was here, we reminisced about the time Ed, Layton and I were skiing at Silver Star with Kathy, Shauna, Vince, Keith, and Rod. Some crazy young guy went flying down the hill, clipping Layton’s skis, but fortunately missing all the kids. The way Ed describes it, Layton reached his looooong arms doooooowwwn the mountain, grabbed the guy by his jacket zipper and firmly expressed his opinion. “Don’t you ever (POP!) do that again (POP!). You could have (POP!) killed one of those kids (POP!).” Enough said. Half an hour later, we are standing in the crowded lines waiting for the lift when we notice that there is no one behind us. We look back and see that the four-times “popped” young man had inadvertently skiied in behind us and he was keeping his distance! Ah, memories…
So, back to the matter at hand. The great equalizer. I have decided that it is time. Today has been slow beyond slow. Layton is more alert than I would like him to be, given the discomfort he is in. The combination of pain, drugs, and a lack of good sleep has made him quite concerned about everything. I have given him two foot massages (his feet will be like a baby’s when he gets home!). He told me he thought they had “bad decor” here (think of pale peach and aquamarine from the early 90’s) so I decorated the blind with the batch of cards we got today, including a card and a pile of straws from our friends and neighbours, Dean and Lauralee. Lauralee, I think he likes your massages better so that can be a treat for him when we get home! Thanks, Kathy and Trevor, mom Dorothy, sis Lori, Brian and boys, Rev Donald from Tucson and Lights America family!
“Time flies when you are having fun!” as the saying goes. But it sure doesn’t from either side of a hospital bed. So as I think of our big memory bank, I think of this time together as a “blip on the radar screen of life”. Next year this time, this will be a distant memory. Right now, I am just projecting the time line to when the tubes come out and pneumonia is in the past. But with all the laughter, fun and adventure Layton has provided in all our lives, this moment of his voice being quieted will pass, giving us a richer appreciation for the time we do have together, enjoying his unique perspective and his wonderful way with a story, when time truly does fly.