Moments That Live On

Child play

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Sometimes, going home means saying goodbye.

My dear uncle died yesterday.

He will be so very missed.

The entire family, as you can imagine, is sad.

Sometimes words are not enough.

Hearts laid open.

Emotion bared for all to see.

Bleeding out memories of yesterdays…

A summer ago my family and I were visiting

My cousins and I watched as our own children rolled down the hill in my aunt’s back yard.

Racing. Laughing. Playing.

A flashback…

My cousins and me.

That same picture…except it was us rolling down that hill.

The 1970’s…and I remembered.

I glanced around at the faces.

My aunts and uncles taking in the same scene.

Fondly remembering their children, not as 30 and 40 somethings, but as young children.

Days when they, themselves, did not yet have gray hair, or illness.

There were more days, looking forward to the future…

Not looking back.


Life is hard, and on some days, it is nearly unbearable.

Time does not stop for any of us, but we can slow it down.

Savor the moments.

Enjoy the time.

Be present.

One day it will be me with the gray hair

and I will remember…

Filled with all the moments.

Moments that live on

In the hearts of the ones that matter the most.




4 thoughts on “Moments That Live On

  1. Sorry to read about your uncle. I know we all have our time to go, but that never makes it easier on those left behind. Hoping you’ll have great visits with your family as you gather to pay your respects.

    “Flashbacks” as you write … isn’t that just the right word for those moments?

  2. Dawn, Sorry to hear about the loss of your uncle. Which one? My thoughts and prayers are with you and your family! I hope you can savor your memories!

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