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Thirty-two Years

10/29/2014

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There are different ways we measure time; historically time has been measured by the movement of the sun or moon, the repetition of seasons or tides and even such physiological parameters as the drawing of breath or pulse of an individual.  Historically the daylight hours were divided into twelve equal periods as was the night; the length of these hours could vary over the course of the year.  The introduction of the minute as the 60th part of an hour, the second as the 60th part of the minute did not occur until the Middle Ages, used by Al-Biruni around 1000 AD and by Roger Bacon in the 13th century.  As man’s knowledge and technology has expanded, so have our means of measuring this thing we call time to a degree never thought of by our predecessors. 

We look in a mirror and can measure the passage of time in the lines and loss of elasticity we see in our faces; the sometimes cruel nature of crime is seen there as our youth seems to vanish and friends or family are no longer with us.  Yet time can bring comfort as well; time reveals those who are true friends despite the vicissitudes that often assail us through the years, or the foibles we all too often find ourselves caught up in through poor choices.

Thirty-two years does not seem long when compared with the amount of time that man has walked the face of this place we call Earth.  For myself, it is over one-half of the time I have been alive and that seems to put more emphasis on the importance of this particular measure of time.  Thirty-two years measured in days spent together or apart; breaths drawn in wonder at the love we share or anger at the misunderstanding we all too often can fall into being the broken vessels we are as humans.  Measured in heart beats shared (and how she can often quicken mine when I see her even now) or tears shared; in all these ways and more I celebrate the passage of these thirty-two years since we said, “I do.”  Happy Anniversary my beloved Kathy.  

 


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