What a treasure we have, each and everyone of us. We do not remember every day as time goes by, but we have a way of remembering moments. And we never know the value of a moment, until it becomes a memory. Memories can span miles of years past, and in an instant we are back there at that moment.
Many things are forgotten over time. Often we are caught up in our everyday work world so that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things to think about and do. But still, no matter how much time passes, no matter what takes place in the interim, there are some things we never assign to oblivion. There are certain memories we never delete. These special good memories remain with us, like precious touchstones within our life story.
To be sure, there are cherished remembrances we never forget, like birthdays, anniversaries and the birth of a child. These are remembrances that are permanently embossed in our minds. They are a vital part of each of us. We cherish these good remembrances and hold them close as a valued treasure.
And then, seemingly there are other notable events that may emerge as flashes of memory moments. They are not so much a special day, but they are moments which encompass our past. They may go back in time to our early childhood and they may be as current as only yesterday. And memories are treasures, they can span miles of years past and in a flash, we are back there.
To be sure, nearly everyone has the experience of certain flashing moments of memory. Well do I remember the moment as a six-year-old, riding my bicycle without the assistance of my older brother, and I kept my balance for the first time on my own. What an accomplishment! And then too, I so well remember the moment when I overheard my third grade teacher whisper to a visiting teacher, as I was walked out the door at the end of the school day, "You know, I like Robert." I felt like a million dollars walking home from school that day. And then there was the moment when Elaine, my future wife to be, said "yes" to my proposal for marriage. That was 64 years ago on Christmas Eve.
And never to be forgotten, now nearly 44 years ago, are the first steps taken by our daughter Lisa and shortly thereafter, by our one-year old son Mark. And how could we ever forget the time when Lisa at age two and one-half, wanting to help her Mom feed her younger brother Mark, overturned the jar of honey on him? “Sweet” memories to be sure.
And grandchildren, oh my what moments. When our granddaughter in gymnastics climbed the rope to the ceiling or when another granddaughter played her violin in her first concert. And when our third granddaughter, who is from China and is in first grade, received the award for mastery in Spanish. And when our young grandsons made their first touchdown in football, their first home run in baseball and scored winning points in soccer.
To be sure, memory is a diary we carry mentally within us. It is a way of holding onto the things we cherish. For you see, memories are more precious than jewels, they do not lose their value and are always available upon retrieval. Someone has said, "God gave us memories so that we might have roses in December."
As I think about it, every person's memory is their private literature and it is a way of reminding us what is important in life. You know, what we treasure most, tells most about us. For you see, we really never know the value and beauty of a moment until it becomes a treasured memory.