A great line in the movie and also a song in “Frozen”: Love
is an open door. Many choose to close the door to love or are stingy with their
love thereby limiting one's self of memory making moments. Odd as this may seem, my temporary loss of a
much loved “memory necklace” came to mind.
Please allow me to elaborate.
Yesterday my to-do list covered a few miles with several
stops along the way. When I finally got home, I noticed that my memory necklace
was gone. I was in a panic, depressed, tearful,
and quite devastated at the loss. It was a gift from my son Jason that had my
favorite picture of my youngest son Eric taken in July 2005. It was also my
birthday present in September 2006, received shortly before the first anniversary
of my son’s accident which took him from this life (my life) on September 16,
2005.
The only place that I had any hope of finding it was my
car, my pathway to the house, and rooms I had been in before discovering my
loss. My tears were no consolation and I could not stop them and yes, I prayed,
however hopeless it seemed.
I sat down in my recliner feeling quite sorry for myself
(silly waste of time for anyone), looked to my right to get my cup to make me
some tea (my cure all) and what did I see --- my necklace, my much loved
necklace, my everyday wear, my connection to memories. It had either fallen off my neck, had never
made it to my neck, or popped out of nowhere in an answer to prayer. The “however” did not matter at that moment.
I truly thanked God for my discovery. I
was at that moment flooded with memories of and with each of my sons. I felt
flushed with the warmest feelings of love at the first sight of that necklace.
Memories and love are equally powerful and are tightly
wrapped up in that necklace. I am a happy, happy, happy mother of sons who
loved and continue to love me in my mind and in life.
