A day of celebrations and milestones.
Several groups of girlfriends celebrating the final days at work for pregnant coworkers.
Multiple families pushing strollers, celebrating their first visits to my city.
So many college graduates, still wearing their black gowns, celebrating with so many proud parents.
Four happy-birthday lunches.
At least one office gathering to mark a retirement.
Dozens of police officers honoring their fallen comrades.
I greeted, smiled at, and managed 550-plus on this day. And it almost felt easy.
The hard part was keeping my focus as I wondered how my daughter was faring as she officially marked the end of her first year of college, and how my son was doing driving nine hours home alone–both against the sad and sudden backdrop that their beloved grandfather is gravely ill.
And how my husband was doing, facing the impending loss of his father.
Babies, families, graduations, birthdays, retirements, memorials.
“And the seasons, they go round and round. And the painted ponies go up and down.
We’re captive on the carousel of time.
We can’t return, we can only look behind from where we came,
And go round and round and round in the circle game.”