For whatever reason, I go through stages in my life when I can’t help but think about certain people. Do you ever get like that? Usually, more often than not anyway, the people I think about are either passed on or out of my life for one reason or another.
I see a lady from my church almost every Sunday and I can’t help but think of her husband, bill. He was one of those unique people I could call out of the blue just to say hi. He used to love to stick his finger in my ears when I wasn’t looking! He was also one of the few people who helped me financially when I needed a break. I paid him back, of course, but the fact that he gave me money without question blows me away even to this very day. He passed away on February 16, 2011. Way too soon in my opinion.
I will miss his hugs. They were as unique as he was.
I think about my father all the time too, or lack thereof of one. Sometimes I wonder if I would have turned out different if I’d had a father figure from the time I was born until now. With that thought in mind, I wonder if I’d want to change anything in my life now by having a father while I was growing up. The simple answer is no. I love my life the way it is. If I had to sacrifice my life now in order to have gained a father growing up, I would still be without a father. The thought actually scares me.
I think about a young man named Aaron. He came to our church once in awhile. His wife would sing in the choir and then join him later. I think about him because he was a new Christian who had just started coming to church. I think so anyway. Aaron used to sit in front of me in church. Sometimes, about 3/4 of the way through the service, Aaron would let out a little snore, quickly followed by a punch to his ribs from his wife.
I think about Aaron because I wish I’d talked to him more. He was quiet, but our conversations were meaningful. He passed away on October 5, 2009.
I think about my mom all the time, but that’s a whole other article. She been gone since December 21, 1982.
Jim and Pauline Patrick, Reggie Blue, Paul Harvey, Frank “Moe” Szynskie, Joyce Johnson and about 80 others are people I think about on a regular basis.
Our memory is one of our greatest assets as human beings. In fact, I could probably write another 50 pages on the memories I have of people. I won’t because I’m sure it would get boring for some of you.
I’d just like to say that in remembering people, especially those who have passed on, well… I’ll let you finish the sentence.
Aug
07
People
For whatever reason, I go through stages in my life when I can’t help but think about certain people. Do you ever get like that? Usually, more often than not anyway, the people I think about are either passed on or out of my life for one reason or another.
I see a lady from my church almost every Sunday and I can’t help but think of her husband, bill. He was one of those unique people I could call out of the blue just to say hi. He used to love to stick his finger in my ears when I wasn’t looking! He was also one of the few people who helped me financially when I needed a break. I paid him back, of course, but the fact that he gave me money without question blows me away even to this very day. He passed away on February 16, 2011. Way too soon in my opinion.
I will miss his hugs. They were as unique as he was.
I think about my father all the time too, or lack thereof of one. Sometimes I wonder if I would have turned out different if I’d had a father figure from the time I was born until now. With that thought in mind, I wonder if I’d want to change anything in my life now by having a father while I was growing up. The simple answer is no. I love my life the way it is. If I had to sacrifice my life now in order to have gained a father growing up, I would still be without a father. The thought actually scares me.
I think about a young man named Aaron. He came to our church once in awhile. His wife would sing in the choir and then join him later. I think about him because he was a new Christian who had just started coming to church. I think so anyway. Aaron used to sit in front of me in church. Sometimes, about 3/4 of the way through the service, Aaron would let out a little snore, quickly followed by a punch to his ribs from his wife.
I think about Aaron because I wish I’d talked to him more. He was quiet, but our conversations were meaningful. He passed away on October 5, 2009.
I think about my mom all the time, but that’s a whole other article. She been gone since December 21, 1982.
Jim and Pauline Patrick, Reggie Blue, Paul Harvey, Frank “Moe” Szynskie, Joyce Johnson and about 80 others are people I think about on a regular basis.
Our memory is one of our greatest assets as human beings. In fact, I could probably write another 50 pages on the memories I have of people. I won’t because I’m sure it would get boring for some of you.
I’d just like to say that in remembering people, especially those who have passed on, well… I’ll let you finish the sentence.