August 8th will always be a day of remembering for me.
I remember that horrendous, awful, heart wrenching day, the day life changed for so many and not in a good way. I remember telling Chris it was a lie, screaming and falling to the dry dusty ground. I remember driving to the hospital still filled with some small amount of dieing hope, seeing my family when we arrived and knowing, KNOWING hope was already lost. I remember sleepless nights with my Aunt and I remember the day I had to say goodbye ... But I also remember things like swim days, taking walks, movie nights, and sleepovers. The time I was your show and tell in 5th grade. I remember you being so mad at me when I forgot all the words to our song for the talent show. I remember boy talks and wine-coolers. Hikes around "our" lake and lies and mistakes. Long blond hair and old Levis. Mud pies in the play house, riding the dog and talking of all the important things like life and God. I remember sharing our dreams, fears, and heart brakes.
Sometimes it is so hard to remember but I am so grateful that I had you in my life as I did ... and I know I will never forget these things... the things that I will always and forever remember.
Yes, I too have been thinking of you today. And how you fill so many of my childhood memories.
ReplyDeleteI think of how our parents pulled all nighters & you put makeup on me to make me feel pretty. Of how you would get mad when we called R "uncle". How we would play with your trashcan tots cards. And the spooky stories we'd tell. I think of your posters & your box with the kitties. I think of the last time I saw you with your little bump of a belly & how you waved.
But mostly I think of how you are missed.