It was 2 weeks ago today that our family gathered once again. This time to honour and to lay to rest the body of our father, grandfather, great-grandfather, uncle, brother, friend.
He was so loved. And how do we know? Because of us. We, the ones left behind, are a testimony to his love and care. We gather often. Some years have passed without those gatherings and we have missed them. The years are full of memories. Common Memories. We share the stories of Christmases past. We hold hands and share warm hugs and we remember.
Remember all the trail rides north to Houghman’s Shack? Oh yes, we remember.
And how could we forget breakfasts at Grandpa and Grandma’s table? Grandpa’s Bible laid open, he spoke the Word with such authority and conviction. Long prayers where angels filled the room and glory shone on his face. Oh, these common memories we share. We remember.
How many times have we gathered over the years to laugh and to cry? And those who couldn’t make it for that reunion or another Christmas, or the auction sale? They were sure to not miss another. Those memories draw us in. They call to us in our sleep. They drive us long distances just to be. Be together.
And we are bonded by heredity ~ the familiar laugh~Grandpa’s laugh. That smile so wide~seen in my cousins. The twinkle in my sister’s eye. The loving care in my dad’s voice. The common threads of who we are and where we’ve come from ~stitched into the patchwork memory quilt of our family.
So thankful are we all for these common memories that pulled at our heartstrings one more time. As we held each other and wept at the era now gone, we also rallied around our dear grandmother. And for her, I am so grateful. Though frail and weary, her heart and faith remain so strong. Another common memory we now share; that her family was here in this moment.