memory monday

Since today is Monday why not tell a Monday story. This is a blender story, a sad event turned happy (and yes, i'm making up my own usage for the word blender). I told you I would explain to you why my life has been so hectic lately so here it goes.

It is a known thing that with every passing day of your life, you're a day closer to your death. It is all part of the cycle that God puts into place the day he makes you. Whenever He is making you, (I always like to think of it in a Build-A-Bear type of way) He picks each unique part of you for reason. A reason that somewhere else in the world, someone or something will need to complete His life plan for it.

Two weeks ago today, my sweet Memaw passed away. Exactly 11 days before her death my Pepaw, her husband, died. The day of his funeral, Memaw was rushed to the ER. She missed his funeral. Even worse than that, days later when everything calmed down with her illnesses in the hospital, she didn't even remember his death. No one wanted to have to make her relive the moment of finding out her husband had passed away. Everyday she would mention things to us about him or things to tell him for her. With a smile, we would tell her that we would pass the message along.

The day before Pepaw's funeral, I sat in our den talking to Memaw about him. She started rambling (her favorite thing to do) about things that he always loved and moments that she would always cherish. Then she told me this story that will forever warm my heart.

Memaw mentioned asking him a few weeks earlier what he wanted to do that day. He told her he didn't want to do anything, that he just wanted to sit there with her. He just wanted to sit there and look at her. So for the next three hours they sat in silence looking at each other. No one talked, neither of them wanted to. At first I thought it was just a sweet memory for her. Then I realized that was the last time they saw each other. People talk about always savoring the last bite of their favorite food. They did this in their own unique way - they savored their last living memory of each other. Sixty-seven years of laughs and tears; sixty-seven years of memories.

Heaven has two special angels now. Two angels that have touched my life beyond measure. I hope that their story has touched yours. You only get one chance at this Monday, so live it like it is your last.