So today was kind of a big day for me… I finally put away all the things from Moms house that have been in my garage… I mean a garage full… I have not been able to park my truck in the garage for months. It was so hard just to pack it all up and then once I got the boxes and the things in my garage it seemed easier just to leave them there… But it was time. So I brought all the boxes in and un packed them, found a new place for all the things I wanted to save… it really made me think… because I have this scrapbook that Mom made of her Eastern Star years, you may not know about Eastern Star, but Mom was really something. She was one of the best, or so I have always heard. So the question is… What do I do with this scrapbook. It really has no meaning to me, except that Mom made it, and documents an important part of her life… which then made me think… what happens to all my things… will they be boxed up and given to goodwill, will my scrapbook be put in the trash? and then I remember a text message I got today from someone… which said things are just things or Stuff is just stuff… The memories you have in your head is whats important… Thanks Eric, just when I needed to hear that, you gave me clarity. I had something happen that brought me to the idea that I needed to do this today… As most of you know Mom loved watching my girls practice and perform… And on Saturdays rehearsal something magical happen… (let me back up a moment)… Mom had a hard time with the girls names, but she knew Emily… Mostly because Emily always sat and talked with Mom, she made Mom feel special, and Mom asked me every night… How is my Emily???…. (so now back to Saturday rehearsal) I was standing in the front side line watching the sabers… All performing their hearts out in 90 degree heat… and here comes Emily passing in front of me, she gives me a I know you are watching me smile and she performs as if it is WGI finals, and in that moment… Mom was by my side, she was there watching… I felt her arm around me… (I cried) Happy tears… She is everywhere now. I dont need the things. The Stuff. She is everywhere, in my girls smiles. In the rain, and the breeze that blows my hair. Dear friends… make good memories. Ones that will last a life time, the ones youll keep forever. But I think I am still going to keep her scrapbook. ;)
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 00:48:12 +0000