As I was working on the computer this afternoon, I realized that it was September. Keep in mind that it has been September for the last four days, but it startled me to realize that August had already passed. Then I remembered that I forgot a very special day. I haven't forgotten this day for the last 5 years. This was the first time, and I was saddened a bit that it could slip my mind so easily. It also scared me because I don't want to let the memory of a father be forgotten. It has been six years since my father went to be with the Lord...six years since I heard his voice...six years since I saw him smile...six years since I heard him say, "Julie Bell".
I know that forgetting to pause and mark the day of his death doesn't really mean much in the grand scheme of life. I know that just because I got busy and forgot the day doesn't mean that I will get busy and forget him. I also was reminded of a card that was given to me this summer by an old friend. The front of the card read, "We do not remember days, we remember MOMENTS." I hold those moments with my father close to my heart, but I can't tell you what days we shared them. The same holds true with other people in my life. I may not remember the days, but I most certainly remember the moments.
grace and peace,
julie
3 comments:
Dearest Jules,
One of the saddest times of my life was during that time - seeing my true friend hurt as the daddy of her life went to be with the Lord. You represent him so well - the legacy that he imparted to you goes on and allows us to be part of this remarkable man's life! Maybe a little slip-up in remembering - but you live out loud every single day the magnificence that was this man.
You, dear Jules, was one of his greatest treasures...the daughter of his life...his precious Julie Bell. He was blessed.
Love you,
Concetta
I love reading your blog and hearing about life in your corner of the world. Give yourself some grace . . . life is hard as a working mom! And you are right - it's the moments that matter!
Take care!
Robin
I understand your sadness. I miss my Grandma more than I can say, and I momentarily feel a bit guilty when I realize I am not thinking about missing her. But then I recall how much she loved all of us and wanted us to be happy, and how she would much rather we just remember enjoying life together than being said because she is not with us... And it helps... I so also understand your frustrations about missing stuff with the kiddos. I have missing spelling words or signing something.. But I try to remember I am only human and trying to work and take care of kids and frankly if you ask my teenage daughter, middle aged, GASP, cause I'm not old and I am not young, so honestly who wouldn't forget! ; )
Hugs
Amy
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