A Journal of the Heart...
When someone you love dies, regardless of your age, regardless of who they are, chances are you have memories of them. Certain objects, smells, sounds, songs, people…they remind you of them. In part, that is them saying hi to you. Reminding you that they are still very close to you. They are now in another realm, but they are with you.
My Grandfather I am reminded of every time that I see the Narrows Bridge, every time that I go past Allenmore Hospital, or the sight of an old fancy cadillac.
My Grandma……………oh there are so many things. Sometimes my daughter will make a face and I know it is my Grandma. I have certain items that were hers or if I see a baklava or her beautiful peonies. When she died, I took these from her garden. This is actually the first year that they have been so beautiful.
My brother, David, so many things bring back memories. The smell of a cigar (he didn’t smoke them often), a good bottle of wine, a photo, certain words……..I know he is close and I know he visits.
When you have memories presented to you of your loved ones…….whether it’s a person or a pet, acknowledge them, revel in them, cherish them. They are some of the greatest parts of life. The things you cannot put a price on, those are the most valuable and priceless. When they say “It’s the little things”, that is so very true! See the beauty in these memories, shed some tears, it’s o.k. Find the light and love. Let it bring a smile to your face.