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Memory Pool

Memories are a funny thing.  How they come and go is an intriguing mystery.  I think of my Mama and Daddy every day, but sometimes a memory is triggered and it's as if they're standing right in the room carrying on conversation.  They've been in Heaven for years now, but I never want those lifelike memories to change.

Daddy was the first of our immediate family to make the journey Home, and I admit, I thought I would die, too.  Just the thought of not seeing him sitting on the front porch waiting for me to drive up the driveway made me so sad!

Do I still miss him?  Of course... but it really is true that God uses time to heal the raw, piercing pain that comes with remembering.  Now, I can think about Mama and Daddy as they really were, ordinary people who loved their baby (I am their youngest) and did so much to make sure their "baby" was taken care of until they passed on to Heaven.  I love to think about them, imperfect people, but people who knew a lot about parenting.

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  1. Ann, I was so appreciative when you put this in your newsletter. I lost three good friends in a week and was only thinking of how sad I was. Thank you for the reminder that we need to think of good memories and keep these folks in our hearts. I wasn't doing that, which surprises me because that is the first thing I tell others to do. I have a lot of special memories for these ladies who I was proud to call "friend." Paulrrr

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