Reflections

In 1989 my best friend was tragically killed in a plane crash in South Carolina. At the time she had three children and I was pregnant with my fourth. We had had many fun and happy times together. It's been twenty years now but sometimes unexpectedly the memories come flooding back...like last week when I visited an amusement park she and I had been to...
I was sitting on a bench watching my nine year old daughter ride the "big swings" and watching the people go by when suddenly I "saw" her go by with her sons and me just behind with and my little daughter clutching her yellow baby bottle. I "saw" us all there for just a few seconds and then we were gone and I was all alone on the bench again. I had a sudden urge to jump up and say to the actual woman walking by with her children, "Cherish this day. Enjoy your children and go home and write it all down- how you felt, the looks on the childrens' faces, their excited laughter..." Then, my daughter was by my side excitedly describing her ride. The sparkle in her eyes told me I would have much to write myself and many more memories to enjoy in the days to come.
"The memory of the just is blessed..." Proverbs 10:7

Mother of six