Sweet Memories are Good Company

This has been a special day because my older sister, our dear friend, and I met at a charming restaurant nearby and had a wonderful time reminicing. Our friendship goes back to our toddling days when we lived 3 houses apart (of course we can't quite recall those first days; however, we are filled with memories since we were about 3 or 4 years old). The 3 of us are like stairsteps, all born within 22 months of each other, so needless to say, we had a lot in common and still do for that matter. We recalled our old playhouses, how we would decorate one then go decorate the other exactly the same; we would ride old "stick horses" and tie them to the nearby trees; we made up plays and performed them for anyone who would listen; and, we had our very own trio which we sang Christian songs, even cut a few records when we were 9, 10, and 11 years old. Our moms dressed us alike when we visited all the nearby churches on Memorial Days or Homecoming Sundays to sing. We had a childhood that so many children never had, one that would be coveted by some. We had loving parents, sweet but often annoying siblings, caring aunts and uncles that lived nearby and looked after us; and, we also had grandparents within driving distances from our homes.

We recalled many of the happy occasions today; yet, we would have been remiss had we not spoken of the sad days: when Fran's baby sister was hit by a car and all 3 of us witnessed that awful, awful tragedy (it is still fresh in each of our minds as if it happened yesterday). Fran remembered the dress her sister wore among other details; my sis remembered that her birthday was in a few days; and, I remembered the sounds, the distress everyone felt, exactly what each of us was doing at that moment. Fran's sister is still living, an invalid but so very happy and very intelligent, a kind, caring, loving lady. We could all learn from her and strive for her sweet disposition.

Then, we had to recall the most recent saddest occasion: the loss of my sister's husband on May 6. This was the first time we had met since that day that God called him home. MR had been suffering with cancer for several months and just could get no better. We miss him so very much. The memories of my sister and friend double-dating during their courting years are fresh in their minds. How wonderful it is to have such memories to cherish! I just hope that I can keep my mind because, even when we may have to be alone, we will always be in good company when we have sweet memories!!