If you were to take a mental journey back throughout your life, how would you describe your fondest memory? There is such diversity around the world that I suspect there are thousand of unique answers to that question.
Some undoubtedly would recall an event with a close friend. Others might recall a specific meal that was eventful. (My husband loves to cook, and I suspect this would be near the top of his list!) Maybe you recall something material, like a toy, a vehicle, or a home. With readers from literally around the world, I would love to hear what is one of your favorite memories.
I grew up in a ‘traditional’ American family. Our family was not perfect, but what is the definition of a perfect family? My greatest blessings came from under that roof where I woke up in the morning and fell asleep each evening. Memories come back with events such as cheering on our beloved Indiana Hoosiers in 1976. Carolers visited our home on Christmas Eve the year my dad survived a massive stroke. Politics. . . oh the political discussions in our home. Card games that were a fight to the bitter end as everyone battled to the rowdy end. That first letter from home that I received while away at college. I shared in yesterday’s post about one memory of my father. When I heard of the death of Andy Williams, it transported me back many years ago as though I could still hear my dad’s deep bass voice bellowing throughout the house. Thankfully he sang on pitch!
It is fair to say that each of us had a deep admiration for my father. He had the ability to make each of us feel unique, loved, and valuable. He left a legacy that is a daily challenge to follow.
This morning began like nearly every morning for me, with a morning call to check on my mother. She sounded delightfully perky, which always puts a smile on my face. We discussed several light topics. Severe storms had passed by our area during the night, and I asked if she had awoken in the middle of the night.
“I don’t remember much of the storm. But, I have to tell you something! I had the most amazing thing happen!!”
“Please, tell me. You have my full attention”, I thought to myself. “What is it, Mom?”
“I saw your dad last night!”
Long, painful silence
I fumbled for words. What do I say? How do I respond? I am not prepared for this. With a sudden burst of words, I managed to blurt out, “That is wonderful, Mom. You know, it was so nice yesterday when I could practically hear Dad singing away with Andy Williams.” Were those the right words? Emotions poured through my head and my heart. And then I stopped for a moment.
Does this stage have to be negative?
It doesn’t, for me anyway. I miss my father dearly, and it was wonderful to sit back and hear her describe a recollection of the events. He had spoken to her. What did he say? I didn’t ask. I would love to have another conversation with him. In retrospect, the conversation brought back such fond memories.