Seeing a nostalgic event can be missed in the blink of an eye. I happened to look out my front window years ago just as my eight year old son Duion, came running down our front yard hill with a pillowcase of candy he had collected. He rushed into his room, dumped it out and left again to collect more treats. Had I not been looking out that front window I would have missed a memory that has stayed with me for decades.
A second Kodak moment came when I was walking down the steps to my art studio area. Duion sat at a table where he had taken apart an electronic item and was intent on looking at a part he was holding in his hand. I wrote about that moment in his senior letter, telling him I was thankful he knew how to put things back together after he had taken them apart.
A D.J. Moment came when he rushed in the front door and headed for the basement steps. He was carrying a recorder that he had won on a bet. I asked him what bet and he told me a fellow didn’t believe cow manure didn’t smell when it was dry.
And then there was the time D.J. Stood in the kitchen doorway and said “I have found an apartment. I am moving out.” I was devastated.