Stop, not now, just a moment, later. How many times have we caught ourselves saying these words to our loved ones?
The truth is probably more times than we'd like to admit, but what happens when they're gone?
What memories will we rely on to get us through hard times? What image will you recall when that song plays on the radio, when you smell the chocolate chip cookies when you see a child laughing with their grandpa?
I remember after every movie my father would dance at the credits. It didn't matter the music he got up and moved. Sometimes pulling me in, laughing as we swirled around, sometimes pulling my mum close and slowly swaying back and forth as I feigned disgust at their smiling and smooches, hiding my smirk that my parents loved each other and one day I would dance with my family.
I find myself dancing alone more days then naught as songs come on while I am working. I will stop what I am doing and move. They say movement helps trauma and grief move through your body as you process it. I suppose they may be right...
As I sway back and forth I hold my arms close, hugging myself, remembering my dad's arms around me. Sometimes I hold my arms out and picture how I swayed with anticipation of meeting Virginia. How I danced around and she wiggled around inside knowing there would be time to hold her and dance with her like my father did with me.
Tears slip out with my smiles when I dance alone now. I feel the music I feel the grief move and swirl inside with the ache and joy of having these memories to pull forth. I think about how alone it would be without these memories.
Now when I feel the urge to say things to my husband like wait or later, I pause and join him. Make the memory now.
Death can creep up on you or it can pounce quickly. What memories will you have to hold on to during the storm? Here at Memory Eternal let us help you document those moments
to cherish long after your loved one has reposed.
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