The year is coming to a close and while I knew this day was coming I’m still shaking off the effects of the Christmas turkey coma.
This year has gone by fast. And while I’m aware that time is relative and constant and it does not speed up or down in any instant, I’m sure I’m not alone when I ask, “where has the time gone?”
New Year’s Day is a time of reflection or so they say, a time where you look back on the events of the past year and take measure of all that you have experienced.
I like to look back at all the laughter I have shared with my family and friends. If you have spent any time with me you would know that I talk a lot and tend to be rather comical.
Just recently I was making some Christmas cookies with some friends and the conversations we had during that ordeal were hilarious.
Now, normally when my friends and I get together we laugh and have a good time, but it takes real talent to do all that while applying frosting beards and red sparkles on a Nutter-Butter Santa.
It moments like that which make time worth so much. It may have only been a few hours of seemingly ordinary cookie decorations to most, but to me it was priceless.
Now, I admit decorating cookies might not be the event to end all events, but it’s those seemingly ordinary moments that can be so important in our lives that we tend to overlook.
I had a conversation with my dad about a Western movie we were watching. The conversation was about how different it would have been living in the 1800s in the Old West.
Dad began to talk about his childhood experiences. I always love to hear my dad talk about his life and growing up with my uncles and aunts.
It’s best when he gets together with his brothers and sisters and they start talking about their childhood, and this can happen over a simple cup of coffee.
As a child, when my parents, aunts and uncles got together, I would run off outside to play with my cousins. At that time we figured we had a 15 to 30 minute window to get into as much trouble as possible before they came looking for us.
Now that I am older and a little wiser, I know when they sit down together to talk I’m sitting down with them. It doesn’t happen as often now that they are older, and we have lost loved ones from the conversation.
Their side of the story is still told, but it’s just not the same when you don’t hear their voices, although it’s important to pass on these stories and keep their memory alive.
This is why seemingly ordinary moments such as decorating cookies have so much meaning. I don’t think we’ll be talking about that moment any time soon, although one day further down the line we may revisit that night.
I’m sure that at some time in the future I will tell someone about the time I was informed by a horse that walking into a pasture at night wearing all black might be a bad idea. I may even talk about a rash decision to shave off my mustache for the first time in 15 years while spending time laughing with friends and enjoying some rather potent black berries.
I may even want to share the time my cousin decided Facebook was far more important than watching the road or obeying stop signs.
Each of those moments have such a fun back story, and they occurred during rather ordinary moments. Well, some of them those black berries were anything but normal.
It’s important that we appreciate the little lessons and events in our lives and not just glance over them. I know I will look back on this past year and have many interesting stories to share with family and friends.
So as the New Year approaches, I would like to say thank you to those who shared my memories in the past columns I have written.
I have had the pleasure of meeting some of you and appreciate the compliments and feedback. While I know my column isn’t the most risky or cutting edge I hope you have enjoyed reading them as much as I have enjoyed writing them.
Thomas Garcia is a senior writer at the Quay County Sun. He can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org