Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Last night my daughter had her dad kill a spider…..she made a little squeal just like my mom always made when something excited or scared her. That sound used to just irritate me to no end and cause me to roll my eyes.

Now….I remember with joy…joy that Mom is with God and has been these three years, and joy because I can hold onto such precious memories and remember.

The ability to remember is NOT a burden…it is NOT something to dread…It is a precious, precious gift even when it is opened through tears.

1 comment:

Rap Music said...

Nice post, I agree with that last part.

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