Tears from a Photograph.

You know you really love someone, miss someone and value someone when a small picture of them can bring tears to your eyes. MomMom's, PopPop's, Mother's, Father's, Sister's and Brother, the one that got away, pets that brought us everlasting joy; all these people have a profound affect on our lives. Though they may never again touch your hand, swipe your hair, tell you they "love you", sit on your lap and purr or protect you from strangers, their love and companionship will never leave your heart. 





Don't fight the tears from the photographs when you feel them coming.  It's ok to hurt.  We're human and hurting is what we do best.  Let yourself feel your loss, even if it's been 30 years the last time you saw Grandpa yet you can hear his voice so clearly in you head.  He hasn't left you, he's there for you.  The one's that get away got away for a reason; mourn them and move on.  Easier said than done, trust me; I know, but it's better for you in the end to acknowledge your feelings and move on with being you; someone will find you. Get a picture frame engraved for your lost pets; "In Memory of...", put a piece of their favorite toy, lock of their hair if your lucky, or something special to them in the photo frame with their picture. 



a Mother mourns her youngest Daughter



 

We have many ways to preserve the memory of a lost loved one.  Even when friendships end, it can be pretty hard when it's all washed up and there is nothing left.  Say Good-bye to each other, never just leave. The pain you can cause someone when you do that is heartbreaking when no one understands or has closure.  It'll take a while for the wounds to heal, but time will heal things.  Could take a while.  A month, 6 months, a YEAR... who knows? But I do know that life has a way of filling the holes in our hearts that are seemingly left behind by those who have left us. 

Look forward to what is in your future and what could be.  I know I am.

My First Memorable Moment

They say children do not remember their childhood very much before age 5.  I will beg to differ as my very first memory comes at the age of three in the living room of my childhood home outside the City of Philadelphia.  A beautiful little town with tree's, green grass, an endless supply of playgrounds; my home had the warmth of a Southern Town Home. 

As a three year old in pigtails, I'm not sure I could understand what exactly what was going on while I watching Television with my Father.  I just saw a bunch of colorful cars driving fast around in circles and people in stands cheering and my Father jumping up and down when his #3 would take the lead.  Sucking on my thumb with my whoopie in my hand, I sat on the top of my couch which was pushed against the wall of the house, facing the TV.  I saw Daddy's #3 car come up behind another car and hit him from behind, causing the car to crash into the wall. "DADDY!" I remember yelling, "Why'd he do that? That was mean!" I was confused. 

I remember my Father laughing at me slightly with a smile. "Lisa," he said, "they had an accident.  Everybody wants to win this race.  It's called the 'Daytona 500' and sometimes they crash".   I got really angry!  I thought, how mean it was for the #3 driver to push the other car into the wall just to win the race! What a poor sport, this little three year old thought to herself, sliding down the couch and coming to a stop on her bottom, still with whoopie in hand.

"I don't like him, Daddy." I said.

Dad laughed.  The fact that his little three year old baby girl would know that hurting someone is not what we do as people most likely made him very proud. 

I now I have a five year old little boy.  I can only imagine the memories he must have if I am able to remember so very clearly my first at the age of three, in my living room with my father; watching the Daytona 500.  Little did I know years later, that #3 car would be in a horrible crash himself he would never walk away from.  It wasn't until that fateful day when I was an older girl, that I put the two together.  How guilty I felt for disliking him for all those years. 

I am creating memories every day with my child, I hope you cherish and create your own.  Someday, I hope to create memories with someone that will last a life time to share and laugh with as we grow older together.  That is the glory of the memory.  Though time has passed, memories remain and the feelings you felt while creating them are never forgotten and can be relived through recounting them with those you love the most.

Best,

Lisa D.