Have you ever heard a song on the radio ~ and instantly you remember where you were and who you were with when you first heard it?
Perhaps you have walked past a bakery and the sweet aroma sends you right back to a special time in your childhood.
Memories are such a powerful force in our lives. They can fill us with fear, move us to tears or bring joy to our heart. For those who grieve, memories can be a sweet retreat ~ a place to go as we treasure and renew the relationship with someone who is no longer present in our life.
I witnessed the power of memory this week as my nieces and nephew shared together memories of their dad. Ray died seventeen years ago, yet each year my nieces and nephew remember him on his birthday. (If you read my blog, you know that one’s death does not change one’s date of birth. It may seem like a matter of semantics but it really matters to those who love. Ray’s birthday
is, was and always will be
I was blessed to participate in their exchange on Facebook. It began with a comment of tenderness and sorrow ~
Happy Birthday, Daddy. I love you and miss you.
Then, each shared a funny remembrance of their dad. They recognized their regrets for the things they cannot experience with him today ~ like watching him be a fun grandfather to his grandchildren.
I am proud of you, Kevin, Kara and Kelly, for your willingness to transform the relationship with your dad from a relationship of presence to one of memory. It demonstrates your great love for him and the value you place on redeeming the future.
Memory is where the proof of life is stored.