Often there are moments in time where the world around us stands still. Sometimes only for a second. It’s like a pause. A pause to take in an event that will alter your life forever. 

Today, with the sun on my face, my heart beating hard in my chest, I felt a pause. The pumpkin patch stood still. I couldn’t even hear the kids in my class. I saw fall colors all around me and heard only my uncle’s voice on the other end of the phone. I will never forget it. It hit hard, though I knew it was coming. She is gone. She has left her earthly home. As the call and the pause ended I gathered my tears, stood up straight, fixed my clothes and headed back to where my students were waiting with their families to get on the hay ride to pick out their pumpkins. You can be surrounded by people smaller than you and still feel so small and alone in moments like that. 

I don’t have many words today. Just jumbled up feelings that are sitting on my chest. My oldest plays his trumpet in band for the first time tonight for a football game and it seems very fitting to me. Grandma Bulson loved sitting next to the marching band at high school football games. Good memories and new memories being made.