Moments I’d Relive, Part 1

I was thinking the other day about reliving some moments in my life. There are some that are so taking, they hold on even years later. When I was young, I imagined that when I reached Heaven, God would have a bunch of VHS tapes waiting for me to watch containing all the special moments of my life. Along with this, I’ve always wanted to start writing down memories that come across me from time to time. I believe it was Donald Miller who spoke about how little we actually remember. He had a friend that tried to write down as much as he could. This is part one in what may turn out to be series of memories. Feel free to share some of your memories, I’d love to hear them.

I’ve been thinking about my grandma a lot lately. I think it’s partially because I’d spend so much of my summer at her place when I was younger. The way the season is starting to change, particularly in the mornings and evenings remind me of sitting on her front porch with her, reading or chatting. The sun would be sitting and the smallest chill would sit in. It also marked the end of summer and the start of school.

Today Josh bought a newspaper. I started reading the Sunday comics a long time ago when I was at Grandma’s house, way out in the country. She got the paper every day, it just became a ritual to read them every Sunday. For the Sundays I wasn’t at her house, she’d save them. She did this for years, up until her death. She’d always pull them out, place them in a special spot and the next time I visited, they’d be waiting.

I love how strongly scent can stir memory. Often times, it’s not even a specific memory, just a stir of some distant something. Cigarette smoke or just the stain of the smell on someone’es clothes often brings Grandma back to me.

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I wrote that top portion months ago.  I will try to continue with more posts about moments I’d relive. But for now, I’ll end it.

What are some moments you’d relive?