A Toast to an Apocalyptic World

There was a story in the newspaper this morning that made me cry. A group of friends in the 1970’s gathering together to eat a fancy breakfast in front of the reflecting pool in Washington DC to bring some joy to a friend who’d just been diagnosed with cancer. A photographer snapped a picture and it appeared in the newspaper, but no one ever knew the story behind it. The photographer’s daughter found the picture after he died, tracked the original friends down, and they recreated the photo, but now, all of them older and with missing people, empty chairs. 

I don’t know why the story made me cry. The beauty in the original photo, the young people dressed up and clinking glasses across the table. The waiters with their serving trays. The pool shimmering in the background. All of the lovely ways people come through for each other. 

Sometimes we forget this. I forget this. 

The news is terrible and it’s always terrible. I’m driving home from work under a gray, menacing sky, the hurricane that touched down nearly one thousand miles away tearing the branches off the trees in my neighborhood. While I sleep, people I know have been flooded out of their homes. Another storm is gathering strength and heading our way. 

But just this week a neighbor dropped off a bag of freshly picked pears. Another neighbor gave us a jar of honey. The woman we always buy homemade rosemary bread from at the farmers market threw in a couple of bonus rolls, “just because.” Two friends invited me out for dinner. Another friend who visited us recently sent us a gift card for the gourmet ice cream shop up the street, and honestly, it’s like she sent us a million dollars. This ice cream! I could eat a scoop every day for the rest of my life. 

Last Sunday I wrote about the unrelenting heat, the drought, a dead deer rotting on the sidewalk. Today, I sit at my desk looking out at the rain, a squirrel hopping across the backyard, the fall flowers along the fence coming into bloom. I don’t know what I am trying to say. 

I want to set a fancy table and gather all of my loved ones close. I want to freeze the moment as we clink our glasses, cherish the world we are given.