"May their memories be a blessing"
When I'm on a run, my mind wanders. It turns down every street before it ends up on Memory Lane. That place is wide and long and goes on for miles. It's beautiful and it's joyful. It's heartbreaking and it's scary. Some memories are frozen at a single point in time and others keep on keeping on.
A few favorites that are paused on my heart...
- A Facetime with grandma while on a work trip on the other side of the world - her smile, her laugh, and her famous "Oh I love you hun!" [the week she died]
- An afternoon with grandad at the airport, with his plane and a slice of pie. His favorite place. [a few years before he died]
- A summer day of playing pretend and board games with a family who've become a very special part of my family [Summer 2015] Those kids are growing up into wonderful people.
Those are some of my memories. They flood my heart each holiday season and take over my soul at mile eighteen of a marathon. They're my comfort, my strength, and my sheer hope that our world is in good hands with the next generation. There's nothing more precious in this life than making memories with those you love.
So here's the thing...whether it's old age, cancer, the passing of time, or geography, not everyone is going to be in our lives forever. And, we may not realize how profound an impact they made on our hearts until we're walking down a different street. So, our memories of them are what's left. And those memories...they're the ultimate blessing.