Today is my daughter’s wedding anniversary…my son-in-law posted some video clips of their wedding on social media and when I saw it, I anxiously hit the button to watch it!
The music was playing and the first thing I saw was the usher, an old friend that we don’t see any more escorting my mother down the aisle…I felt it coming, then the mother of the groom escorted by her husband walking tall, now blind…the wave was building…
Next was me waving and smiling at the people who had come to help us celebrate…
waves building…
Then the procession of the ministers, my brother, and my dad… it is getting out of control. My dad walking so proud in his beautiful vestments, limp barely noticeable …
the dam started to leak…
Now the bridesmaids and the groomsmen, looking at people on either side of the aisle, one old friend dead now of cancer, another of a heart attack, another one in the hospital with ALS…
My son and nephews so young, all decked out in their tuxedos…
Finally, the Bride to the strains of the Bridal March and at the end of the aisle the Alleluia sung by a choir of angelic voices….
DAM BROKE
TSUNAMI happening!
I did it to myself didn’t I? I could have resisted watching it knowing the probabilities of that very thing happening.
Memories are wonderful, terrible, healing, crushing, precious, terrible…
God’s gift to us all…so sad to see someone who no longer has the emotions of loss or love from watching a video like that. It means their brain no longer responds to the stimuli because it no longer exists…I’ve seen it up close and personal, it is a terrible thing.
I guess I will take the emotions knowing that I have them because my mind is still sharp and clear, and those memories are as fresh as if they happened yesterday.
Proverbs 10:7 The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.
Lamentations 3:22-24
God’s loyal love couldn’t have run out,
his merciful love couldn’t have dried up.
They’re created new every morning.
How great your faithfulness!
I’m sticking with God (I say it over and over).
He’s all I’ve got left.
So, I’ll start fresh tomorrow, as one famous southern character said,
“After all, tomorrow is another day”
Harolene.com 
I understand this. My dad passed from alzheimer’s and it was sad to see my once vital, bigger than life daddy who was active in our home town & known & loved by so many, pass from this horrid disease. I, too, think about the many who have gone on before me for various reasons. I thank God I still can remember these people with love and so many fond memories even though I miss them. You aren’t alone, Harolene. God bless you.
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You are a very fun and pleasant memory for me ♥️🙏
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