Saturday Morning Message: Sharing Memories
Author: Carol Lane
The picture this week comes from the 2017 Annual National Military Survivor Seminar and Good Grief Camp. Each attendee was asked to provide a picture of his/her loved one for the board decked with trees. Then when we met by the board, we could point out our loved one’s picture and perhaps share a memory. I thought this would be an appropriate picture to use in a Saturday Morning Message where we introduced our loved ones to each other. Enjoy reading the responses to this week's question.
Question for Next Week’s Saturday Morning Message
On one of the Tuesday online chats, the discussion centered around what we do to help alleviate our grief. The discussion became lively and it came to me that this would be a great question for the Saturday Morning Message, so after consulting with a few of those who attended the chat, the question for this week is: Do you have a craft or activity you like to do to help with your grief journey?
♫ Song for the Week
Cheryl, mother of Jack, contributed the song this week. She wrote: "The song There Will Be a Day by Jeremy Camp offers me comfort in the hope that I will not always feel the pain and suffering of missing Jack. That one day not only will I see him, I will forget the pain. It will be gone."
Answers from Survivors
Last week's question: What is a memory of your loved one you would like to share for all to enjoy?
From Bruce, father of Brian: Brian and his friends had a band when they were in high school. They played "screamo" music which is a metal style with loud, screaming lyrics. They managed to play a few times in clubs around town. Watching them play were the most painful yet enjoyable times.
From Bonnie Jo, mother of Andrew: When my twins were little, around 4 years old, I made them a chore list, two sets of lunch paper bags that we hung on the wall in the kitchen. The idea was this: Each bag was labeled TO DO or DONE. Inside I drew on index cards the chores for the day, with the words on top to begin to associate spelling with the task. On the back of each card was the amount they could earn that day by completing the chore. At the end of each day we looked at the cards in the DONE bag and counted out the money they had earned. The idea was simple: you earn half of what you need to buy the toy you want and I put in the rest. Andrew, of course, always was saving for his G.I. Joes. I should have seen that reality coming. Lisa saved for her Barbies or My Little Ponies.
We took the kids to an Easter Egg hunt and Andy won the big prize — he found the gold egg. None of us knew what that meant, but inside was a five dollar bill. A big deal in the day for sure. All the kids got lots of candy, too, but he won the top prize. He told us that he only wanted half of it and the other half should go to Lisa. That was my Andy. He got his G.I. Joe and Lisa got her Barbie the next week.
I miss and loved his generosity, but that was just who he was.
From Lonnie, wife of Larry: My husband was a prankster and he always said I was “easy” (as in easy to pull a joke on or get riled up). I remember one night after dinner he was serving our ice cream. I always eat my small helping with a particular spoon (a baby spoon, if you must know....my thought being smaller bites make it last longer). As I went to pick up my spoon and have my first bite of ice cream, I looked down and saw that it was a fork! I just looked over at him and laughed. He was forever pulling “a funny” on me. I really miss that.
From Essie, mother of Tysheena: Tysheena was a comical young lady. She always would peek in our bedroom door and smile. Then she would come and jump between the both of us and just lay there until her dad would get up. She used to fiddle with his ears or his head. Then he would turn around and tickle her. So special! I often think of all the crazy things we've done, and smile.
From Leslie, mother of Eugene: I returned from work and went upstairs to see my teenage son in his typically messy room. We were chatting and I noticed a couple of small bags on his floor moving. I inquire as to the moving bags and my darling son tells me that I am tired and should rest. I tell him that I couldn’t be that tired and he needs to start talking before I stomp on the moving bags. So, I get the ‘calm down, Mom,’ warning as he opens the bags with the boa, a python and a king snake. Being the mom I was, I told him he better have tanks, make them comfortable, have a screen over the tanks to make sure none escape, and I left his room. Yes, he was in shock. Oh, how I miss that glint in his eyes.
From Sheryl, mother of Adam: It is so hard to single out one. A favorite memory of my son, Adam, is with his son and uncle. Uncle Jeff is holding up 3-year-old Allen while Adam puts on Allen's pants. Adam was a devoted father and was like a son to his uncle. We all had so much fun together.
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