I had a very chatty Uber driver the other day. Too chatty as I often use my car rides as a time in which I hold business calls. That particular ride I could not do any business and maybe it was for the best. Actually, I tend to get very chatty Uber drivers in general. Actually, I get very chatty people near me all the time. It’s something about me. Could be my round face, wide eyes. Could be that I smell like a psychologist. Could be that I emanate a certain vibe and put out a particular energy. Maybe I should run for President.
Back to the chatty guy. He talked about healthcare and its high costs. He talked about community policing. He talked about being woke. He was a week away from starting his new police enforcement career. Considering his apparent empathy, I truly wish him the best. But as he spoke he also touched upon grief. He was grieving the passing of his grandfather and I found that beautiful. He was hoping grief would pass quickly as it hurt so much. I told him time does indeed help but will never take grief away completely. Nor do you want it to. I still grieve the passing of my mother and I wouldn’t have it any other way. It still hurts. I still wonder if anything more could have been done. I look at my son and am saddened he won’t know her. But I am glad that I still grieve.
I haven’t talked much about her lately but it doesn’t mean I have forgotten her. This summer, in which I plan to take my son on many trips small and large, I’m contemplating bringing her last pair of glasses with me. I can hold them up against the windows onto the world and show her what the world has to offer. Have her see what I see. And, I can try to see the world from her perspective. To experience the world from multiple perspectives is a gift. And, I’m grateful even if still sad.