This topic has left me thoughtful.
A flood of memories returned to me…
…thoughts of gatherings filled with laughter…children running and playing…aromas of cookies, tamales, salsa and chili beans…shredded gift wrap and ribbon…visiting my cousins…my grandfather’s piano playing…my grandmother’s narcissus flowers…too many memories to recount.
When I went to the family photo gallery I saw a picture that is very precious to me. It’s a picture of my father, his siblings and his parents…a one of a kind picture.
The photo was taken at my aunt’s house during the 1970’s. I decided not to crop the photo because of the ledge at the top where my aunt and uncle displayed their own family photos.
Featured in this photo from left to right are:
Uncle Chito (Joe)
Of all who are pictured, only my father and Aunt Sheila remain.
All the other have passed.
Still, this post has given me an opportunity to pause and remember them, to pause and think about all they’ve meant to me.
The memories of eight lifetimes are heartfelt.
The memories of eight lifetimes are enduring.
I’m grateful that I was able to take the time to remember them.
As I sit here and smile I know they are all still with me.