Precious Memories

Yesterday was the an end of a very long journey.  It was the end of an era in which there were good times on a swing built by the hands of a loving father; a cute little dress made from the talented hands of a loving mother; and the fun times of a family as they enjoyed homemade meals together on Sundays;  last minute Christmas shopping on Christmas Eve; and laughter. Those days are gone forever; now it is time to move forward. We tried to hold on as long as we could, but it is gone.  Only memories remain. No, it was not the date of the passing of our parents, but the realization. The time one knows it will never be the same.

One Christmas morning when I was about four years old (we were staying at my grandparents) there was a tricycle under the tree.  What a wonderful gift from Santa!  I knew it was Santa because there was his foot print in the ashes of the fireplace.  That was all the proof  needed of a visit from Ole St. Nick. This wonderful memory can't be erased.  It is 58 years old and it is as clear today as it was when it was the twinkle in the eyes of a young child.

When Mama passed away, she left me her love for reading, writing and learning..  At an early age she read to us.  Later I will tell you about a school teacher she, my brothers, Dwayne and Eddie, and I had the honor of having at Demorest Elementary. Mrs. Turner loved reading and passed this on to her students. That's a story for another day.

Daddy left a legacy of work ethics and a sense of acceptance. He was orphaned at an early age and family was so important to him.  Everyone who came to our house became a member of our family.

My children and grandchildren will have their own memories, and they will be good ones too.

It's me again, Lord thanking you for your grace that sustains us through grief.

A little Georgia Wisdom reminding you to save your precious memories.