We sat there in her spare bedroom. Lifetimes of memories spread across the daybed. Black and white pictures, news articles, cassette tapes. A time capsule of lives gone by. She pulled out an old wallet that belonged to her grandfather from three generations ago! His social security number was typed on a piece of paper hidden with the billfold. We were conducting research for my next book. It was strange looking back at old, Father Time.
She pulled out a tape cassette player and played a worn tape. A familiar someone sang a song—it was Papa! David’s little voice in the background making fun of him in-between notes. More than strange—Eerie. It seemed ghostly to hear his voice after being gone for so long.
“Is it hard for you to be with at all these memories?”
“Not hard, it’s just that…. (Her voice trailed off) it creates a longing for them to be back.”
We sorted and looked, smiled, remembered, and laughed. A precious time shared together. Last nights trip down memory lane has left a yearning in my heart. I’m not sure why I’m still so emotional this morning. Do I miss them more today or is it simply PMS cheering on my feelings? Probably the latter, but I do miss them all the same.
My longing reminds me to work hard. Work hard at making great memories, each moment. To make choices each day that will lead to less regrets. And to love greater, while I have the chance. Because I don’t know how many moments, I have been allotted.