Andra Watkins posted a blog this morning titled “Make a Memory”. Of course there are all kinds of memories that we can make and we tend to think of those giant memories. You know, the trip of a lifetime or the time you were praised publicly by your boss. But I think the best memories are the memories that just happen quietly. Let me illustrate:
This summer I had the pleasure (although there were a few times I used a different word) of staying with my dad while we made arrangements to move him into a nursing home.
Dad has been completely disabled for several years so he is dependent on someone for his every need – and I do mean his every need. These are things that no daughter ever wants to think about having to help her dad with, but even those moments were times when I could give back to someone who has always been there for me.
Many nights we would watch a little television before he went to bed, but many nights we did nothing at all. We giggled about things, we watched sports, we made plans for him. Those are moments I will never get back again. I know that one of these days (although I hope not soon), he will be gone and all I will have are my memories…precious memories.