A quick story.
My sister met my father and I fairly regularly on Wednesday evenings the latter half of 2015. Occasionally, we’d play a game like the good ol camping days. This particular night, the game was Dutch Blitz. Nostalgia was already circulating through our veins, but as the cards went back in the box, my sister made a comment that resonated deep within my heart. Earlier that afternoon, she apparently caught herself talking to her dogs in a manner that reminded her of Dad.
Once alone, I played back a few times were I thought to myself, “wow, that was just like Dad.” I had this overwhelming realization of the cyclical nature of life. I’ve read lines in books and heard people in movies say, you look just like so and so or that sounded just like you know who, but the feeling that accompanies these revelations was never articulated precise enough. In that moment, my mind flashed forward 50 years when my father is long gone. I imagined that I’ll say things on purpose just to hear his voice. Two tears fell off my cheek onto the floor. To fully appreciate what I did next, I recommend checking out the link below.
Rose-Lynn took photos of different tears through a microscope. Depending on if they were tears of joy, anguish, from cold weather, or from cutting onions, the structure changed.
I wished I had the capability of seeing my tear in incredible detail considering the unique circumstance that created it. I took an old syringe I received when my wisdom teeth were removed and sucked it into the tube in a futile attempt to capture the moment.
“Are you reelin’ in the years? Stowin’ away the time
Are you gatherin’ up the tears? Have you had enough of mine?”