The Golden Days of Youth

golden days

When I close my eyes after looking at the photo above, I can still smell the late summer air as we played together on the open fields at Valley Forge National Park. I can still feel the sun on my face. I can hear again the squeals of delight from my “little sisters,” as they ran away with the ball, as well as their protests when we would keep the ball in the air, too high for their shorter arms to reach. I remember the feeling of unmitigated joy that nearly always accompanied any outing of this sort with my brothers and sisters. I remember also the feeling that those summer days would always be there for us. I never once considered the possibility that one day, we may NOT have a chance for all of us to be together. Those were the golden days of my youth.

Mike John visit

On this day, two years ago now, we were holding vigil with our dear brother, after having spent the last of HIS golden days by his side. In many ways, those last weeks together were a lot like that summer day so many years ago at Valley Forge. We played music together with everyone present performing some sort of musical number.


We giggled and carried on during a formal portrait session at Sears Photo Studio. We laughed uproariously later on back at the house, as we reviewed the many images that didn’t turn out as nice as this one:

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We sang to him, we talked with him about our happiest memories, we laughed, we listened to his stories and terrible jokes, and we shared the same unmitigated joy that we always shared, as much as we could.

We still miss him so, and cannot retrieve those youthful feelings in exactly the same way as we did then, but we know now that there are more golden days to come, when we will embrace each other at family events, or hold our newborn grandchildren in our arms.


I wrote this poem this morning, for all those I love, and for anyone who misses someone THEY love.

Golden Days

We always look behind us, when we think about the past,
We always hope those golden days will be the ones that last.

Our hearts and minds remind us of the happiness and pain,
We think that we may never see, such golden days again.

But surely as we reminisce, we see the world anew,
Those golden days were treasured gifts that helped us as we grew.

One day we all will meet again, our hearts will lead the way,
Let’s treasure now, each morning light, and THIS new golden day.

Thanks to all my readers for your patience while I share this personal moment with you all.

About jjhiii24
Way back in 1973, as a young man embarking on the journey of a lifetime, I experienced what Carl Jung described as “the eruption of unconscious contents,” which compelled me to seek the path I continue to pursue to this day. The path of discovery has led me through an astonishingly diverse range of explorations in philosophy, science, and religion, as well as the many compelling ideas in the literature and scriptures of the cultures of the world. There is, in my view, a compelling thread made up of components of each, that runs through the fabric of life. The nature and study of human consciousness has been a compelling subject for me for more than twenty years. I have spent a great deal of my time and energies trying to come to terms with my own very particular “inner experience” of life, and to somehow understand how the events and flow of my temporal life have directly been influenced by the workings within. Sharing what I have come to understand about my own “Inner Evolution,” has tasked my intellect and communications skills in a big way. I am only just beginning to feel confident enough in the results of my study and contemplation to express the many various aspects of what I have uncovered within myself. I am hopeful that my own subjective and personal experience of my own “human spirit” will resonate with others, and encourage them to explore their own.

8 Responses to The Golden Days of Youth

  1. ptero9 says:

    Hi John,

    Wishing you and your family peace and happiness. What a lovely tribute to your brother.

    • jjhiii24 says:

      Thank you so much, Debra, for your kindness and good wishes. I’ve been crying off and on all day, as I do sometimes, when something reminds me of my brother. I know there are plenty of people who share these challenges, including my other siblings, and I wanted to share something that might have a chance lift others up also.

      Warm regards to you…….John H.

      • ptero9 says:

        Yes, it’s meaningful to me too. August 2013 I lost my childhood best friend, who I knew as a sister, to cancer. I still miss her dearly.

        Some losses are harder than others. But, I’d rather cry than to never have loved or been loved.

      • jjhiii24 says:

        It’s difficult to manage our sense of loss when the loss is so close and personal, and I agree that we can feel the same way about people who are close to us like your childhood best friend. It is also better if we can eventually focus, not on what we have lost, but on what we have gained by the presence of such dear ones in our lives. It reminds us that our closeness with others may be the very same thing for someone else, and we should not hesitate to love or to receive the love of others.

  2. love says:

    Gorgeous. Golden days, golden moments, everything is golden 🙂 Love your attitude x

  3. Patrice says:

    Thank you, Johnny for sharing your great thoughts. Love you Patrice

    Sent from my iPhone


    • jjhiii24 says:

      We all feel the same love for you as we always have, Patrice, and I think my thoughts might seem so great because they are about a great person!

      Let’s talk soon….Johnny

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