Tag Archives: Memories

“Missing My Furry Friend”

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Today I’m missing the warmth and comfort of my Ollie dog beside me. His unconditional love was contagious and settling. He had a way of centering me as I lay my hand on him. Together we’d breath in and out until I was awakened to all that matter, being in the moment of life and love.

As I read over my words, I realize how grateful I am for the memory. He still has a way of lifting my sadness, touching my heart, and inspiring me.

“The Secret of Having It All”

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“The secret of having it all is knowing you already do.” -Unknown

When you look at the people in Louisiana who have lost so much, it makes you stop for a moment, and as we look around at all we have, it’s hard to imagine what it would be like to lose it all. When you watch how the people come together helping one another it is then that you see the truth. That sometimes in losing we find something greater within ourselves. Something that we may have never known about our humanity until we knew what it meant to have nothing but ourselves. That the secret of having it all is knowing you already do.

“Granny Tell Me Your Memories”

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Today’s question ask me to share a memory about what I did to stay cool during a heatwave in my childhood.

Now just imagine on this very day, the hottest of the summer yet, not having the comfort of air conditioning to escape the discomfort. There was no excuse for staying inside because it was hotter there than outside under a tree or any shade you could find. If we didn’t have a stream or pool to cool off in we ran through the sprinkler, squatter each other with squirt guns, filled water balloons and tried to make as much fun as we could cooling off. Sitting inside the house in front of a fan was too boring and didn’t help much anyway. I knew when the night came I’d be laying in front of one tossing and turning. Going from the head of the bed to the foot of it, trying to find the coolest spot to lay. Hair damp at the nap of my neck as well as the rest of my body. It was the fan blowing on my damp skin that eventually gave me the relief I needed to fall asleep.

Thinking back I realize that even with the lack of comfort back then we used our imaginations to find ways to make a bad situation the best it could be. My advice with the wisdom I’ve gained through my many decades of life is not to let the many comforts you now have keep you from finding ways to use your own wonderful imagination.

 

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I was just telling my honey that it seems like everything is changing around us. Our family our friends, and the way life use to be. However, as the quote states it feels like the only thing that hasn’t changed is him and I. Of course as we look back there have many changes, but the life we’ve worked at building together has always had the same focus. All the different stages we go through in life feels as if your standing in a strange new place. I guess that’s what we’re going through right now, standing before the stage of life watching the moving pictures of what we’ve created upon its screen. Seeing where we’ve been. How we’ve grown. Proud of what we’ve accomplished. The children we’ve raised. The friends we’ve made along the way. Golden years! That’s what this new stage is called. Not everyone would think it’s such a great stage to be in, but for us all those years wrapped up together, have become golden, and the memories are the golden nuggets that come with it. 

“The Time is Now” A letter to Ann Landers

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These special days of remembrance for the people we have loved in our life can be so bittersweet. There are those who have gone before us that we wish we could hug one more time. Yet when we could have done so, did we make the time?I have this very old newspaper clipping found in the keepsakes of a loved one who passed away. It was a letter to Ann Landers column for Mother’s Day. The same thought can be applied to our Fathers as well. It’s Called: 

“Let me know it while I’m living”

Dear Ann Landers: 

I had a marvelous mother who loved me, sacrificed for me, and helped me in every way possible. All my years of growing up through college and eventually marriage, my mother was at my side. When I needed help with my little ones, she was there for me. 

Today, we buried that wonderful woman. Can you imagine how I felt when I returned from the service and found this poem in her desk drawer?

“The Time is Now”

If you are ever going to love me,
Love me now, while I can know
The sweet and tender feelings
Which from true affection flow. 
Love me now

While I am living,
Do not wait until I’m gone
And than have it chiseled in marble,
Sweet words on an ice-cold stone.
If you have tender thoughts of me, 
Please tell me now. 

If you wait until I am sleeping, 
Never to awaken,
There will be death between us, 
And I won’t hear you then. 
So, if you love me, even a little bit,
Let me know it while I am living
So I can treasure it now.

Now she is gone and I am sick with guilt because I never told her what she meant to me. Worse yet, I didn’t treat her as she deserved to be treated. I found time for everyone and anything, but I never made time for her. It would have been so easy to drop in for a cup of tea and a hug, but my friends came first. Would any of them done for me what my mother did? I know the answer.

When I called Mom on the phone, I was always in a hurry. I feel ashamed when I think of the times I cut her off. I remember, too, the times I could have included her and didn’t.

The world is filled with sons and daughters like me. I hope they see themselves in this column and profit from it. It’s too late for me, and I am sick with regrets. 

-Guilty and Heartbroken

I can’t imagine that my own loved one felt any lack of love from those of us that indeed loved her. Maybe though it was never said. Maybe it was always assumed that she knew. But it goes to show that even the most loved people need to feel back what we hold for them in our hearts. Love is not simple a word, our actions always speck louder than words.

“Grandma Tell Me Your Memories”

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Were you ever biting by a dog?

Yes! But not as a child it was about 20 years ago when Pop and I were going for our daily walk.

There was a Doberman Pincher at the corner house of Marietta and President Ave out with his owner in the yard running loose. When it saw us it came running toward us. I thought he’s just being protective of his property and kept walking. He came up behind me and bite my butt so hard it broke through my clothes and skin.

I always loved dogs, and thought they knew the people who loved them. I’ll never take that for granted again. It took me a while to feel safe again when out walking. I prefer to carry a walking stick now if I’m by myself. Dogs are like people, there are some nice tempered ones, and mean tempered ones. You never know what your gonna get, but you can’t let it keep you from doing the things you enjoy in life. Like a box of chocolates you never know what your gonna get unless you take a bite and see what’s inside.