One year (I can’t remember which now, it was at least 6 years ago) Tracy, my cousin Lara and I put a video together for our grandparents that had a slew of still images that contained old photos of my mother and her sister as kids and us as kids growing up. Some had video footage and even some 8mm footage of my mom and my aunt as kids. It was a great video and we put it all to music. One of the best songs on there was one by Willie Nelson called “Funny How Time Slips Away”. It’s a great song and it’s title holds true (play video at bottom just to hear the music while you read the rest of this post, it’s for effect). Floods of memories can come back with the right song in the right place. . . .
David’s Grandfather passed away Friday evening. He had been ill but no one is ever ready even when it’s “time”. You know I recall meeting both of his grandparents (his grandmother passed in 2003) before we started dating. I was chasing David at the time and hadn’t caught him just yet. I worked at Petsmart as a dog trainer in Lewisville and David would come into the store with his parents and grandparents on occasion. They were always sweet to me and liked me before we started dating. After I snagged David dinners became a regular occasion at his grandparents. We usually ate over there every Sunday evening. We continued it quite regularly until just in the past 12 months or so, with Sophie and all sometimes we haven’t been over there but we had a lot of great dinners over there . . . memorable anyway.
Grandpa was slow, grumpy and a typical old man–but of course there was something you just liked about him. He always liked to talk about dogs and cats with me and he’d share his, “Did you see that commercial with the little dog . . . .” He was always up for a good meal at a pub and if David and Paul, or better–David, Paul and Bill–were around he’d always want to do a shot of whiskey! He very obviously loved his only two daughters–Susan (my mother in law) and Margaret, as well as his four grandkids–Paul, David, Bill and Angela. He had an even bigger smile when he’d show you pictures of his great grandkids–Ian, Morgan, Abbie and now our little Sophie.
It’s funny how certain events make memories boil over–good and bad, happy and sad. The tune of a good song can make you remember as far back as your childhood and the passing of a person can make you realize that you do in fact have to cherish everyday of life and everyone in it because you don’t know when you may not have another day to spend with that person.
Family never was on my priority list, it was above it. It was off the charts . . . I would never put anything in front of family no matter what it was. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that more strongly than I do now; since I have a little one to bring up in this world. You’ll read a passage or a blog or a viral email you got that tells a heart lifting tale that makes your eyes blur with tears as you read but after you read this one make yourself do something to never forget. Never forget those you love, those that love you and those that need love.
My father started something that I hope he does continue. Earlier in the week I received a letter that was addressed to Sophie. It had her name and her name only on the outside of the envelope. He made a personal note to tell her how much he loved her and that everyone around her loved her. He said he hoped to write her several letters as she grew older. . . . and I plan to keep those letters in her little file folder that she has until she is able to read and appreciate them.
There could be nothing more remarkable than reading a letter addressed to you to tell you how much you are loved. I do not know what the world will be like when Sophie reaches the age at which time I’ll feel ready to let her read those letters but I know that they will be more valuable than anything else in the world.
I look at her each day and think that I love her so much now and I don’t want her to get bigger and find an age when she doesn’t want me in her room. When she cries she wants someone else to hold her tightly. So I know that every day of her life I have to tell her that I love her no matter what. I can tell her what my dad always, always, always told me and Tracy–I may not always like what you do but it will never make me feel any differently about how much I love you.
Being a mom puts your mind in whole new light for life. I like the new light. I think Sophie will bring the best out of me and I hope to bring the best out of her. . . . don’t take life for granted or anyone else’s.
(This is the Elvis version of the song. Gotta love Elvis.)