Living in the past

AS I STUMBLE into the “years that bring the philosophic mind,” (Wordsworth) I have been blessedly reconnected with long-lost friends and students, via Facebook. They have, as I have, morphed into our 70’s. Some are in their 50’s, once my students in Morton Grove, IL.

I see that most of them are grandparents living in the present and future. This is a good thing. I, in the minority, am irredeemably living in the past. And I have likewise been told repeatedly by my family and acquaintances, “You are always living in the past,” as if it were a pimple ready to pop.

By now, I refuse to deny it: I am obsessed with reminiscences of my family, current and ancestral, my childhood and that of my children and grandparents, my own experiences and deeds, my achievements and my misdeeds. A past that is happy, but with more than its bitter dose of melancholy.

No Freud for now, my depression, etc. But a curiosity: Is there anyone else out there who unapologetically lives in the past? Or I am alone, luxuriating in a bittersweet past?

Answer, please.

Rabbi MOSHE CHAYIM (Marc) WILUDZANSKI- WILSON writes from Greenville, SC
About the Author
Marc Wilson is a rabbi and activist, serving congregations for four decades. He lives in Greenville, SC, and is blessed with a compassionate wife and the 14 smartest grandchildren ever. He especially loves being with family, teaching Torah, and cooking a competitive kosher gumbo. Marc is especially passionate about inclusive Yiddishkeit and the long, strange trip his life has been. He considers his greatest achievement the seven years he cared for his homebound parents. Contact Wiludi (Rabbi Marc) at marcwilson1216@aol.com.
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