There are sounds, fragrances, foods, places and things that remind us of those we love. People who we may not see often and those who have died. They are always in our hearts and often on our minds. I find that for each one there is a special reminder.
I think of you Mom when I hear certain music. If you were not singing yourself, you were listening to music - opera, classical, hymns and rock and roll, you had a very eclectic taste in music. Eating a well-made butter tart brings back memories of you baking them for Christmas.
I think of you Dad and pick up the phone and call. You are my Dad and I love you.
I think of you Tom and Derek (my sons) each time I look at the picture on the shelf. It is a reminder of a day when we welcomed Nadine into our family but to be truthful I think of you every day and hope it is going well for you.
I think of you dear granddaughters when I walk by my refrigerator where your pictures are displayed on the door. Your artwork is hung with pride, as reminders that I have you in my life.
I think of dear friends who have given me thoughtful gifts. Ones that hold meaning for both of us. They are placed in areas of my home to remind me I am loved. The warm shawl that I use to wrap myself in to ward off the winter chill. The intention tree that reminds me to stay true to myself and to remember what my intentions are for my life. So many memories of friends and family that need no reminders. They are there in my heart.
I think of you when memories come to mind, of time shared, of trips taken and the bonds they made between us to warm my heart and my soul when I need a smile.
I think of you the reader and wonder what brings your loved ones to mind and the memories your share, of what brings you joy and what touches your heart.
Picture taken and written by T.C.
I think of you Mom when I hear certain music. If you were not singing yourself, you were listening to music - opera, classical, hymns and rock and roll, you had a very eclectic taste in music. Eating a well-made butter tart brings back memories of you baking them for Christmas.
I think of you Dad and pick up the phone and call. You are my Dad and I love you.
I think of you Tom and Derek (my sons) each time I look at the picture on the shelf. It is a reminder of a day when we welcomed Nadine into our family but to be truthful I think of you every day and hope it is going well for you.
I think of you dear granddaughters when I walk by my refrigerator where your pictures are displayed on the door. Your artwork is hung with pride, as reminders that I have you in my life.
I think of dear friends who have given me thoughtful gifts. Ones that hold meaning for both of us. They are placed in areas of my home to remind me I am loved. The warm shawl that I use to wrap myself in to ward off the winter chill. The intention tree that reminds me to stay true to myself and to remember what my intentions are for my life. So many memories of friends and family that need no reminders. They are there in my heart.
I think of you when memories come to mind, of time shared, of trips taken and the bonds they made between us to warm my heart and my soul when I need a smile.
I think of you the reader and wonder what brings your loved ones to mind and the memories your share, of what brings you joy and what touches your heart.
Picture taken and written by T.C.
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- Posted by TC
- Jan 5, 2023
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Readers Comments
Mish wrote: Beautiful thoughts, TC đź’•
pluto178 wrote: Family and friends both past and present come to mind in my garden different types of flowers for different people who perhaps gave me a cutting from their own garden and then I got interested in growing Hydrangeas because of a few neighbours… magnolias for a friend who has passed……current day friends tend to come to mind in the spring as all the bulbs and flowers of spring I get for my birthday…….if I make any new friends in the future I may tell them I was born in June just to get a bit of variety lol x
mindyjourney wrote: Thank you, dear TC…this time of year especially brings memories even closer…father’s hat, mother’s cross-stitch. Treasures beyond counting 💕.
Dennis826 wrote: Beautifully written and very meaningful. You`ve inspired me to appreciate the memories I`ve made with those close to me, and to reach out and make more memories with those people.
SissyLee wrote: So true. I often feel I am enveloped in a cloud of spirit and memories from those who have gone on. My house is full of such things and then there are the events that bring things to the fore — like visits from the hummingbirds my father loved.
kmbhai wrote: gentle reminder..
