She rounded the bushes at 141 Trismen from the Iofreddo house, as if she had dropped in from a different dimension in time.
She looked at me, at 6 years old, and started talking. She started talking, as she always did. “Daddy, you wouldn’t believe what just happened today.” It’s not that anything that happened today was horrendously important. But it was important to her…which made it important to me. Her demeanor was engulfed, as it usually was. And, as always, she was totally immersed in the moment.
But most important was that it was as if …as if she or I …had reconnected from two different dimensional planes: one rooted in the present and one launched from the future.
It was a surreal experience for me. It was as if I had been dropped into the present time frame overlooking a present moment in time from some unexpectant moment in the future: a scene from Thornton Wilder’s Our Town.
How was I looking at her…this ingenuous little girl? Was I looking at a simple moment in time, obscured by the passage of life…so rapidly racing beneath me? Or was I genuinely experiencing a transcendent medium transporting me to the past and validating the life I had lived at that particular moment?
Either way, the experience was the same and I will never forget it. It was the day I saw Isabella…just hours after I had dropped her off at school that morning, but a virtual eternity away from the precious place I had last spotted her laughing, playing and running.
One Response to “Isabella Redux”
1. MRS. H Says:
April 25th, 2010 at 5:16 pm
CHERRISH THOSE MOMENTS. I DID WITH JANET. THEN ONE DAY SHE WAS GONE.
MRS. H