Some of our most memorable times are connected with Christmastime. In my mind’s eye I can see Mom and Dad sitting in our living room filled with the traditional decorations that seemed to carry an excitement all by themselves. There was an unforgettable warm, peaceful feeling that still lingers in my mind every holiday season. What are some of the ways you capture these memories to let them be relished year after year?
Sacred memories that touch our minds, sometimes fade into the dust,
Unless we store and cherish them, they wither and they rust.
Let’s take the time to write them down, each day when they occur.
Meditate, appreciate and remember how they were.
Sacred memories, like my mother’s last living, dying words:
“Son, be good to your family.” are words forever heard.
Or my father when he died and returned beyond death’s veil.
He told me to search for truth along life’s thorny trail.
Sacred memories keep us safe through life’s joys and life’s woes.
Sweet, warm memories of our loved ones warm us as cold winds blow,
From brilliant rainbows to buffalo swimming rivers at first light
Coming through the morning mist to everyone’s delight.
We each save special memories, we can store in mind and heart.
They come in joy and sorrow; write them down. That’s how we start.
Meditate on those that lift us, as we fast, search and pray
And thank God for sacred memories! Gather more each passing day.
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I really love this poem Dad – along with the picture it reminds me of all the wonderful memories we made as a family, on our fun little trips and also at home together. I have gratitude for being raised by parents that made such an effort to make close and meaningful memories with their children, as a family. Unfortunately this is something that I see a lot of families not doing. I think about how rich my childhood was, filled with adventure, wonder and love, and it inspires me to continue to do meaningful things in my life that will give me something to write about, something to remember and something to be proud of.
That picture really does bring back memories of a great trip to the Tetons and Yellowstone. Swimming buffalo, moose, elk and bear!