Last week, we pulled off a miracle. We spent 24 straight hours together, a trip to Foxwoods Casino. First time, with tickets to Jerry Seinfeld to boot. Jerry was just great. He opened with a fierce message of congratulations to the audience for pulling "it" off. For getting there, arranging schedules and getting packed, fitting everything in the car and just finding where Foxwoods was located, finally getting to the theatre in time for the show. Now we could tell our friends that we had gone "out." They would be envious and wishing they too could someday go out, just like us.
Jerry had a point. That we pulled it off made us happy. It was no small success. Here we were, sitting in an audience of thousands, witnessing a first-rate comedian give his best stuff.
But there was something Jerry didn't cover. The fact that my family was together, that we shared the laughs, the walk in and out of the theatre, that we could just be in each other's company, all relaxed and happy. Though the trip was a mere 24 hours, it seemed so much longer, and I suspect that the moments of that 24 hours will long remain with me as do all the moments I've spent with my loved ones. Maybe this is what is meant by the word eternal.
