A Lifetime of Memories…

A Lifetime of Memories…12-31-25

When someone goes into an assisted living facility, nursing home, or passes away, the process of going through their things becomes sometimes monumental. It is emotional, heartbreaking, sweet, and precious all at once and slowly, throughout the process. The love in each item, as they are held, touched, and remembered with connections to the object and the person associated are bittersweet. The memories flood as the pieces attached to them are a cascading waterfall of life.

As I sit and look, listen and watch, I am overcome and overwhelmed by the sight and sounds. Laughter, love, remembrances of each family member. Care and thought into who might want each item. Every grandchild, son, daughter, and family member are welcomed to participate and keep what they feel touched by. Oh, the love within each person and this family is freely evident and given.

I was never a part of that love. Anytime someone passed away I was associated with, I was never asked about keeping anything they had. Having no biological connection and only adoption, it is a privilege to see this. It is a special honor to witness. When my adoptive mom passed away, I didn’t get the choice of choosing something. I was given what was not wanted if I expressed an interest in the momentous or treasures, thus I don’t have many. Pictures of adopted family from their history, I have two. My sister’s husband gave me a special treasure that belonged to my sister this past summer. That meant everything to me.

I am learning throughout God’s lessons that He is all I truly need. I have things I will pass on to my boys and their family. But those memories are what will continue.

2 Corinthians 12:9 says, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness". This verse came to my mind as I was typing. My weakness is memories. My weakness is tangible. I hold tightly to items as I would hold a hand. I cling to them as if they were the window that brings the person to me. God’s power is perfect in understanding that a lifetime of memories is within us. Each lesson making us stronger. Each day bringing us closer to Him.

I treasure time. I treasure observations. I hold to vivid imagery of my niece rolling with laughter at her sins and grandson. Her chosen daughter carefully watching over the sweet granddaughter. Two sisters laugh, talk, and work with smiles of understanding. A chosen brother laughing with his granddaughter at a child’s television show. These are all treasures that will fill hearts for years to come. Thank you, Lord, for Your Power is made perfect in my weakness by showing me your love in others.