I was at a stop light on Keystone Avenue. For the brief time at a stop light, I was transcended to what it was like having a conversation with Sam, and then as quickly, to the moment I knew there would be no more conversations with Sam here on Earth and too way too soon, seeing his body preserved in a casket, and finally, a memory without him here on Earth. All in one stop light. As the light turned green, I pressed on the gas pedal slowly and contemplated what it must be like to experience Post Traumatic Stress Disorder and ultimately, a flash back. I then thought of how those from wars and foreign missions reach out to those former comrades for like experiences. I contemplated texting one of my “mom” friends, one of those who I identify so closely with that neither time nor distance tears apart from our closeness.
In the end, the light turned green and as I proceeded forward, I wiped the tears away that were falling down my face. Love, I thought; nothing that time erases. #muchlovetosam