Time stopped for me truly for six years, and because of this, no memories were being created or at least the kind I wanted my family to have. It was one day after another of the same routines, prayers, and conversations. Nothing was important except the healing for my husband and my family.
I remember the first Christmas we were all home together, and we were finally able to create our first new memory together as a family. We had a quiet Christmas that year. No extended family or friends were with us. The four of us spent four weeks alone, barely getting out of our pajamas, and it was terrific. But the memory I am fondly remembering now was our Christmas dinner at the Inn, and it was a dinner we finally could smile about. It was different, but we felt the veil being lifted just a little. The rest of the Christmas weeks were just quietness together. I think we were processing what had happened and where we were. My son left for college, and my daughter stayed with us, along with the caregivers we had round the clock.
My point is….you can find a memory to create even in the sadness…it’s always available to you. It does not have to be a grand event.
As time went on and time did go on, the memories we were building together happened one by one. Slowly we find ourselves saying… “remember when,” and it’s a place in time we can all finally smile about!
Hold on to making those memories whenever you can.
Peace, my friends….
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